Chapter 167

At the Kindergarten.

“Milo, your mom and dad haven’t picked you up yet?” The other kids had trickled out one by one.

“Milo’s dad doesn’t want him anymore.” A group of kids huddled together, spreading rumors that Milo’s dad had abandoned him.

“That’s not true!” Milo, in his little denim overalls, glared at them with puffed cheeks. “Don’t make stuff up. My dad loves me a lot.”

But Milo was lying.

His dad didn’t like him at all.

“You’re the liar. My mom said Milo is the kid no grown–up likes. Your dad doesn’t like mom and he doesn’t like you either,” the ringleader stuck out his tongue at Milo.

“Don’t talk nonsense!” Milo reddened his eyes as he lunged to fight with the kids.

But the other kid was taller, Milo, a little kiddo, couldn’t win.

your

“Milo, your dad doesn’t want you! Nobody is coming for you,” the bully taunted as no one. came to pick up Milo.

“My mom is running late.” Milo was pushed over and sat on the ground, bursting into

tears.

The ringleader picked up a stone to throw at Milo.

Milo was terrified, curling up. But then he saw Summer who had been quietly sitting in a corner making clay figures. Summer flung a lump of clay that hit the bully square on the forehead.

The bully was smeared with clay and started crying.

Milo, snotty and sobbing, couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of his tormentor looking so ridiculous.

Summer was so cool he thought.

Summer was serious as he stared down the bullies. “You’re so noisy.”

“Summer, you’re an orphan,” the ringleader ran off crying.

“Summer is not an orphan. He’s my uncle’s kid,” Milo stood up with a huff, hands on hips, defiance written all over his face.

The kids scattered, leaving only Milo and Summer in the classroom.

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Summer! Summer! Milo bounded over to Summer, shouting.

You’re so loud, Summer frowned, putting down the lump of clay.

“You look just

is my dad,” Summer said with a hint of pride.

down beside him. “How do you make those clay

didn’t want to engage.

dare to bully Summer anymore or beat Summer

anyway.

helped him, so he liked Summer even

kids was just that simple.

to pick you up!” the teacher called from the doorway.

Was it Rhett?

figures, Summer

figure of his parents and

“Slow down.”

school gate, Rhett reached out for

into Rhett’s arms.

Summer, feeling a bit guilty. “Sorry

and Milo’s

not blaming

home?”

sneak a strand of Summer’s hair for a paternity

nodded eagerly.

behind the door and fell silent

for him.”

parents didn’t come

and turned to see a timid little head

and he

this hour, even if Eve couldn’t come, were Caleb and the butler

called Eve, but no one answered.

called the

Eve drank too much.”

abandoned her child?” Rhett’s voice was

Ms. Eve called Mr. Caleb. Didn’t he come to

Caleb dead, not picking up his

Rhett, hearing the voice on the phone, and glanced back at

dad really

take him

ruffled Summer’s hair,

hissed but didn’t dare to complain because it was his dad.

was strange. Everyone seemed to want his

Summer leaned on Rhett and spoke

Milo. “Milo, let’s go, we’re

as he peeked out and

to your house?”

to,” Rhett was quite disdainful of Milo.

looked down, dejected.

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