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 Uncle Rhett

my dad,” Summer said with a

down beside him. “How do you make those

didn’t want to engage.

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

anyway.

Summer had helped him, so he liked Summer

little kids was just that simple.

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

Was

clay figures, Summer ran out

had made a figure of his parents and

“Slow down.”

Rhett reached out for Summer.

Rhett’s

guilty. “Sorry I’m late, there was

was late. Only Summer and Milo’s parents

blaming him at all. “Daddy, are

home?”

away. He wanted to sneak a

eagerly.

hiding behind the

for him.”

parents

timid little

he checked the

even if Eve couldn’t come, were Caleb

Eve, but no one answered.

called the FitzGerald family’s housekeeper.

Ms. Eve drank

child?” Rhett’s

Mr. Caleb. Didn’t he come to

hung up, fuming. Was Caleb dead, not picking

Rhett, hearing the voice on the phone, and glanced back at Milo.

Milo’s dad really

him home?” Summer asked

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

dare to complain because it was his dad.

seemed to want his

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

Milo. “Milo, let’s go, we’re heading

eyes as he peeked out and

me to your house?” Milo asked quietly.

want to,” Rhett was

looked down,

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