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.

front of him. “You look just like

is my dad,” Summer said with

down beside him. “How do you make those clay figures? Can you

didn’t want to engage. “You’re noisy.”

scolded him, Milo didn’t dare to bully

anyway.

had helped him, so

among little kids was

dad’s here to pick you up!” the teacher called from

Was

Summer

of his parents and himself.

“Slow down.”

Rhett reached out

Rhett’s arms. “Daddy…”

Summer, feeling a bit guilty. “Sorry I’m late,

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

Rhett’s shoulder, not blaming him at all.

home?”

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

nodded eagerly. “Okay!”

behind the door and fell

for him.”

parents

to see a timid little

expression darkened, and he checked the time.

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

called Eve, but no one

Rhett called the FitzGerald family’s

Eve

she abandoned her child?” Rhett’s voice was

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

up, fuming. Was Caleb dead, not picking

Rhett, hearing the voice on the phone,

really didn’t want him.

take him

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

didn’t dare to complain because it was

strange. Everyone seemed to

him, he’s just naughty.” Summer leaned on Rhett and spoke again. “But if

at Milo. “Milo, let’s go,

eyes as he peeked out and dashed over.

me to your house?”

to,” Rhett was quite disdainful of

looked down,

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