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.

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“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.

him. “You look just

dad,” Summer said

you make those clay

didn’t want to engage. “You’re

scolded him, Milo didn’t dare to bully Summer anymore or beat

anyway.

had helped him, so he liked

little kids was just

to pick you up!” the teacher called from

Dad? Was

clay figures, Summer ran

had made a figure of

“Slow down.”

Rhett

jumped into Rhett’s arms. “Daddy…”

lifted Summer, feeling a bit guilty.

was late. Only Summer and Milo’s parents hadn’t arrived

lay happily on Rhett’s shoulder, not blaming him at

home?”

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

nodded eagerly.

peeked at Milo hiding behind the door

for him.”

parents didn’t

little head poking out

darkened, and he checked the time.

come, were Caleb and the

called Eve, but no one

called the FitzGerald

Rhett, Ms. Eve drank too much.”

she abandoned her child?” Rhett’s voice

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

Caleb dead, not

watched Rhett, hearing the voice on the phone, and

Milo’s dad really didn’t want him.

take him home?”

dislike him?” Rhett ruffled Summer’s hair, secretly

didn’t dare to complain because it was

was strange. Everyone seemed

leaned on Rhett and spoke again. “But if he changes, I can

glanced at Milo. “Milo, let’s go, we’re heading home.”

eyes as he peeked out

you taking me to your house?” Milo

was quite disdainful

looked down,

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