Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Nolan's eyes had sparkled with excitement, but as he listened to her words, the light in them slowly dimmed.

Zoey didn't linger any longer; she headed straight for the small classroom.

Meanwhile, in the principal's office, Fitch held his son tight and gently rubbed the top of his head.

"Does it hurt much?"

"Daddy, no, it doesn't hurt."

"Silly boy, he pushed you on purpose."

It wasn't a question; it was a statement.

Nolan didn't reply, just slowly bowed his head.

Fitch had seen the details on the surveillance video and had read the lips of the child who had pushed his son, whispering three words in Nolan's ear: "Freak show." It was clearly a deliberate push.

It was Nolan's first day in class, and he was already very popular among the other kids.

Fitch himself was skilled in lip-reading and knew exactly what the child had said just by watching the surveillance footage.

Affection among children is pure, as is their jealousy. Before the shove, the kid probably hadn't thought it would lead to Nolan getting hurt.

But now, Nolan wanted to be liked by Zoey, so he swallowed his hurt in silence.

However, Fitch couldn't stand to see his son mistreated.

Nolan had been in his care for four years and had never suffered such an indignity. Especially not at the hands of Zoey.

principal, who was sweating

push, the

Haskins, we will give you an

finished speaking when

let

didn't want to

her that

Fitch instantly understood.

"You promised Zoey?"

a wave of

to see Nolan, to let her

for all this? It was his

feelings back then, for not seeing clearly, and for being too

his son, but his throat felt blocked, as if he couldn't utter a single

his mouth to speak, in the end, he could only hold Nolan tightly. Nolan didn't say a word; his mind

school with Nolan in his arms, he happened to see Henry arriving to pick up Zoey. Zoey, with her bag

stood not far off, watching

as the

talked, feeling

cold

and fierce inside.

leaned over to fasten Zoey's seatbelt, and from a distance, it

but his son was already asleep in his arms, his

the tip of

*

own car, his gaze

a while, he picked up his phone from the side and made