Chapter 3
Chapter 3
The next morning, I took my son downstairs for breakfast. At the table, Knox was attentively serving his “sister–in–law” and niece, fetching water and selecting choice morsels for their plates. To any observer, they looked like the perfect family of three.
Before learning the truth, I’d envied Vanessa countless times, imagining that Knox would have
treated me with the same devotion had he lived.
Now, watching this scene unfold felt bitterly ironic.
Thinking of this, my eyes burned, but I forced back the tears. After all, there was no one left to wipe them away.
Knox noticed my paper–white complexion and promptly placed pieces of meat in both my son’s
bowl and mine.
‘Aria, you should eat more too. Knox is gone, but even if you won’t think of yourself, think of your
son.”
His tone was casual–just a concerned brother–in–law looking after his family–as if the deceased Knox he mentioned wasn’t actually himself.
‘Uncle, I can serve Mom’s food myself!”
My son lifted his knife, placed a piece of meat on my plate, and responded to Knox with newfound
naturity.
Seeing this, Knox’s expression faltered, and he accidentally knocked over his dishes.
Because this was the first time my son had ever called him “Uncle.” No matter how often Knox had
corrected him before, Jayden had always insisted on calling him “Dad.” But today, that word-“Uncle“-struck like lightning.
Jayden, you… didn’t you always mistake me for your father before? Why the change today?” he isked softly, struggling to maintain his composure.
My son smiled at him:
Uncle, I was just a little kid before, that’s why I kept thinking you were my dad. But I’m older now. I
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understand my father died three years ago. Don’t worry, I won’t make that mistake again!”
Upon hearing this, Knox was speechless, unable to form a coherent response. Finally, he forced a bitter laugh:
“Is that so? Well, that’s good.”
Though he said that, his eyes kept darting between my son and me, searching our faces for some explanation. The meat on his plate was cut up for a long time, but he never put any of it into his
mouth.
But neither Jayden nor I spared him a glance back, focusing instead on our meal.
This made Knox increasingly anxious. He kept stealing glances at us until he finally ventured:
“Even though I’m not Jayden’s father, he’s no different from my own son. Don’t be so distant–we’re all family here.”
“If you ever face any difficulties, just ask me for help. Don’t try to shoulder everything alone.”
I just forced a bitter smile in response.
Was he regretting his choices now that my son no longer called him “Dad“?
But he was the one who chose to fake his death and abandon his son.
Seeing that my son had already finished eating, I didn’t want to stay any longer and prepared to take
him back to the room.
Before leaving, I didn’t thank him for looking after my son as I usually would. Instead, I stared directly into Knox’s bewildered eyes and left him with one parting shot.
“Brother, you was right. No matter how close we are, you’re still not Jayden’s real father. My son and I can manage just fine on our own.”
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