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 like Uncle Rhett when

Summer said with a hint of

do you make those clay figures? Can you

to engage. “You’re noisy.”

Rhett had scolded him, Milo didn’t dare to bully Summer

anyway.

Summer had helped him, so he liked Summer

kids was just that simple.

to pick you up!” the teacher called from the

paused. Dad? Was it

the clay figures, Summer ran out

had made a figure of his parents and himself.

“Slow down.”

Rhett

jumped into Rhett’s arms. “Daddy…”

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

Only Summer and Milo’s parents

shoulder, not blaming him at all. “Daddy, are

home?”

He wanted to sneak a strand of Summer’s hair

nodded eagerly. “Okay!”

peeked at Milo hiding behind the door

for him.”

Milo’s parents didn’t

timid little head poking out from behind the door.

expression darkened, and he

couldn’t come, were Caleb and the butler just

called Eve, but no one

the FitzGerald

Eve drank

her child?”

Caleb. Didn’t he come to pick

hung up, fuming. Was Caleb dead, not picking up his kid?

hearing the voice on the phone,

really didn’t want

we take him

him?” Rhett ruffled Summer’s

dare to complain because it was his dad.

Everyone seemed to

don’t dislike him, he’s just naughty.” Summer leaned on Rhett and spoke again. “But if he changes, I can forgive him.”

let’s go, we’re

he peeked out and dashed over.

are you taking me to your house?”

Rhett was quite disdainful of Milo.

down,

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