Natalie left with the empty cup after saying her piece.

The kids didn't leave with her. Instead, they stood at the side of the bed and stared at Shane.

Shane felt terrible when he looked into their eyes.

There was a time when they would dash over sweetly and give him a hug. Sharon, in particular, always smiled when she saw him.

However, at that moment, neither of them hugged him, and even the way they addressed him had become more distant.

Shane felt like all his previous efforts were reversed, and time had turned back to when they first met each other.

“Kids, I...” said Shane. It seemed he had a lot to say.

Connor held Sharon's hand and interrupted him, “Mr. Shane, you should hurry and get up. Your breakfast is getting cold.”

After that, Connor led Sharon out of the room.

Shane's lips curved into a wry smile as he watched the kids walked away.

At that moment, his wife was ridiculously polite with him, and the kids were no longer close to him. He felt lonely, like a widower.

I had it coming, though.

Shane rested on the bed and closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose.

when he opened his eyes again,

forgiveness and love back no matter what. I will bring all three

blanket aside and put on his slippers before leaving the

When she saw Shane there, she pointed toward the washroom.

murmured an affirmative reply

continued getting the kids to

children had already finished their breakfast when Shane finished

kids' tiny bags and helped them put them on. After that, she checked

Joyce hadn't

Aunt Joyce. Let's go,” said Natalie as

little before he followed

footsteps and knew that he was following

the door when they answered it. “Hi, good morning,” greeted

Natalie with a

Joyce warmly

was standing behind Natalie. Joyce was so surprised that her jaw dropped

slightly

Shane curiously before turning to Natalie and asking, “Nat, are the two

answered Natalie directly, shaking

Shane's eyes turned dimmer, but he didn't

We're not

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