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Loving Mom 152

Chapter 152

Sharon turned around and saw Theo, Carter, and Kelly standing not far away. Nate stood beside them. He had come along to lend support.

In Nate’s hand were two violins: one belonging to Kelly, the other to Theo.

Kelly tilted her head, looking up at Carter with a face full of surprise. “Carter, Sharon plays the violin too? How come you and Theo never mentioned that before?”

Nate let out a short, mocking laugh. “She’s just copying Kelly, that’s all. Probably thought Kelly looked too beautiful playing the violin and decided to mimic her. Kelly was a renowned musical talent back at Bell University. No matter how hard Sharon tries, she won’t even come close to a tenth of what Kelly can do. And if she hadn’t purposely dressed like Kelly back then, Carter never would’ve mistaken her for-”

Before he could finish, Kelly quickly interrupted, “That’s enough, Nate. Theo’s right here. Don’t say such things.”

Nate clicked his tongue and fell silent, though his displeasure still hung thick in the air.

Theo, noticing how beautifully his mother was dressed-yet standing there beside Matty-felt a wave of jealousy burn in his

chest.

you want,” he shouted, eyes reddening, “but you’ll never

low, magnetic voice cut through the tension from behind the group. “Kid, you and your dad-your

forward. His features were striking, his stance relaxed, and an effortless, almost playful smile tugged at his lips. The faint gleam in his dark eyes caught the light like a ripple on still water-calm, but

“where

acquaintance. Chatted for

and chuckled. “Tell me something, little man-don’t you think your mom looks way more beautiful

her own, she rarely had time to dress up. In fact, ever since giving birth, she’d hardly worn skirts or touched makeup. She wasn’t sloppy, but she always went barefaced and kept her clothes

a full-time housewife, her days were packed. Driving Theo to school, picking him up, cooking every meal, brewing

medicine to Madeline.

But today-today was different.

elegant makeup. Her long hair was swept into a perfect chignon. A white dress

with quiet precision, like brushstrokes from

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coincidence-or perhaps not-she and Kelly were both dressed in

delicate, her frame slender and fragile, giving off an air of vulnerable elegance that made people instinctively want

dress had been custom-made by someone Carter had hired especially for