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.

timidly in front of him. “You look just like

he is my dad,” Summer said with a

down beside him. “How do you make those clay figures? Can you teach me, please?”

didn’t want to engage.

Milo didn’t dare to bully Summer anymore or beat

anyway.

had helped him, so he liked Summer even

among little kids was just that

you up!” the teacher called from the doorway.

Was it Rhett?

clay figures, Summer ran out excitedly.

figure of his parents and himself.

“Slow down.”

school gate, Rhett reached out for

Rhett’s

guilty. “Sorry I’m

and Milo’s parents hadn’t arrived

happily on Rhett’s shoulder, not blaming him at all. “Daddy,

home?”

away. He wanted to sneak a strand of Summer’s hair

nodded eagerly.

Milo hiding behind the door and fell silent

for him.”

Milo’s parents

timid little head poking out from behind the

expression darkened, and he

come, were Caleb and the butler just for

Eve, but no one answered.

the FitzGerald family’s housekeeper.

Rhett, Ms. Eve

her child?” Rhett’s voice was low.

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

Was Caleb dead,

hearing the voice on the phone, and glanced back

dad really didn’t

can we take him home?”

Rhett ruffled Summer’s hair, secretly snagging a few

dare to complain because it was

it was strange. Everyone seemed

leaned on Rhett and spoke again.

“Milo, let’s go,

shone his eyes as he

Rhett, are you taking me to your house?” Milo asked

want to,” Rhett was

looked down,

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