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Concede?

When had he ever conceded? How could he even utter those words with a straight face?

Zoey suddenly found herself at a loss for words on how to communicate with this kind of man-dictatorial, self-centered, and utterly oblivious to her feelings.

Her face turned pale in an instant, but considering Nolan was outside, she couldn't very well scream her lungs out. She had to appeal to his emotions and reason instead.

"You went out of your way to bring Nolan here to start kindergarten, and now you're planning to take him back. Have you even considered how he feels? Or is it that in Mr. Haskins' world, your feelings are the only ones that matter?"

Fitch's eyelashes drooped, brushing against the icy expression on her face. He offered a self-deprecating smile, "It doesn't matter what I do, you'll never like me anyway."

He let go of her and turned back to the pan on the stove.

Zoey watched his back, her tone turning conciliatory.

"I don't want to move to Greenfield. I don't understand what you're trying to do, Mr. Haskins. I don't have the confidence to believe you could be interested in someone like me. With your status, you could have any woman you want."

Fitch plated the toast and scrambled eggs, his voice carrying a deeper tone of resignation.

"Zoey, I only want you."

A sharp pain suddenly pierced Zoey's heart, tinged with a hint of panic.

She stepped back, her expression cooling.

the tray, headed outside, "Come out and eat. After breakfast,

table, glancing between Fitch

two. His eyes reddened,

as he ate his toast, silent as always. With his cherubic face, it was all

flurry of panic, rushed to

wrong? Didn't daddy make the

his head, obediently eating,

cry, Zoey felt a pain worse than if she were hurt herself,

quickly sat beside him, pulling a

wrong? Why the

slowly put down his utensils, his wet

school, he was often by himself, and he'd stay

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"Teacher, no, fighting."

already sensed the tension between her and

looked towards Fitch,

sat across

if the tears weren't

own son.

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a surge of anger. The