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.

“You look just like Uncle Rhett when you’re

Summer said with a hint of pride.

make those clay

to engage.

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

anyway.

him, so he

among little kids was just that simple.

here to pick you up!” the

Dad? Was it Rhett?

Summer ran

had made a figure of

“Slow down.”

Rhett reached out for

Rhett’s arms.

a bit guilty. “Sorry I’m late, there was traffic.”

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

Rhett’s shoulder, not blaming him at

home?”

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

nodded eagerly. “Okay!”

hiding behind the door and

for him.”

Milo’s parents

a timid little head poking out

and he checked the time.

this hour, even if Eve couldn’t come, were

Eve, but

Rhett called the FitzGerald family’s

Eve drank too much.”

she abandoned her child?” Rhett’s voice was low.

Mr. Caleb. Didn’t he come

Caleb dead, not picking up his kid?

voice on the phone, and glanced back at Milo.

dad really didn’t want

take him home?”

you dislike him?” Rhett ruffled Summer’s hair, secretly snagging a few strands.

complain because it was his

seemed

he’s just naughty.” Summer leaned on Rhett and

let’s go, we’re heading

shone his eyes as he peeked out and

me to your house?” Milo

to,” Rhett was quite

looked down, dejected.

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