Chapter 340
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He then retrieved the takeaway bags, carefully laying out the dishes on the dining table and arranging the utensils neatly.
Ellie was indeed too hungry to refuse him and began eating without hesitation.
Jayceon called Patrick over, serving him food and handing him the utensils, all while giving him a subtle signal.
Patrick, not feeling very hungry, picked at his food, his attention more on helping Jayceon than on the meal.
“Mom, today Dad and I went to the paintball park! He was the villain, and I got to be the special forces soldier. It was awesome…” Patrick was brimming with excitement as he showered Jayceon with praise, eagerly recounting their adventure.
Glancing at Ellie with hopeful eyes, he said, “Dad also got me a bunch of toys.”
Sensing Ellie’s displeasure, he hesitantly added, “Mom, shouldn’t we be a family and live together? Can we all sleep in the same room tonight? I want Dad to tell me a bedtime story.”
Ellie furrowed her brows and responded firmly, “Absolutely not.”
Patrick’s excitement faded into a sullen frown, his eyes welling up as he asked, “But why? He’s my dad, isn’t he? Other kids have both their parents together at home; why can’t I have that?”
Encouraged by his son’s words, Jayceon quickly said, “Exactly, Ellie. We are a family, right? Shouldn’t we live together?”
He met Ellie’s gaze boldly. “A father’s love is crucial for our son, right? You should think about what’s best for him…”
Ellie shot him a fierce look. “Don’t use our son to make your case!”
Patrick dropped his fork and, with genuine innocence, approached Ellie, asking, “Why don’t you want Dad to live with us, Mom? He is really nice.”
Ellie simmered with anger, shocked that after spending only a day with Jayceon, Patrick was already siding with him.
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She said to Patrick, “Listen, he can play with you during the day, but he can’t live with us. He’s your father, yes, but he’s not my husband. Got it?”
At the hospital, Sylvie had just equipped Rosie with a new phone and set it up with a SIM card.
Rosie had barely started exploring social media and various online forums when her new phone began to ring. There was an unknown number on the screen.
She quickly answered the call with a respectful tone. “Hello.”
“Is this Rosie Harper?” came a rather unfriendly voice from a young woman, with noticeable street noise in the background.
Unsure who was on the line and considering it might be related to work, Rosie remained cordial. “Yes, this is Rosie Harper. Who am I speaking with, and how can I assist you?”
To her surprise, as soon as the caller confirmed who she was, her tone grew even sharper. She launched into a tirade.
“How could you act so disgracefully? You’re Mr. Harper’s niece, yet you lived in his home for years and even called him Dad. With their true daughter returning, your inability to accept her has led you to repeatedly attempt to harm her. You are so shameless!”
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