Chapter 8 

Chapter 8 

But I immediately contacted Anna, asking her to help me leave the country. 

Having been played by Liam, she was naturally displeased. When she heard I wanted to leave, she eagerly agreed. 

In the following days, I behaved obediently, putting Liam at ease, 

Eventually, I successfully boarded a plane and left the country. 

Soon after, news spread like wildfire about Liain going mad trying to find me 

qven wrote a lengthy post online, talang full responsibility for everything. 

But all it earned him was public scor 

The Carter family’s stock prices took another dive, but none of it concerned me anymore. 

I saw Liam again the following autumn. 

I was brushing dust off a little girl’s clothes and tidying her hair, 

She ran into my arms, rubbing her face against me affectionately. 

I gently patted her back, smiling with indulgence 

She tugged at my clothes and whined, “Mommy, I want snow pastries Can you make some for me?” 

I pinched her soft, round cheeks, her pink little face melting my heart. 

Pointing to the fruit store arross the street, I said, “Sure, Sweetie. But you’ll need to go buy the mangoes yourself” 

Her eyes lit up with excitement, and she nodded eagerly 

“You’re the best mommy in the whole world” 

She took the money I gave her and skipped off happily toward the fruit store. 

Watching her innocent demeanor, I suddenly felt that this peaceful, sample life was all I could ever 

wish for. 

I didn’t notice when a man appeared beside me. Without looking at him, I stepped aside, but he made no move to pass 

The man f 

man finally spoke, his voice slow and low 

“Is she my daughter? 

startled, I turned and met his gaze. 

Looking at his expectant yet forlorn expression, I laughed coldly. 

Time truly does heal all wounds. What once felt insurmountable had long since passed. 

Liam had been a star on my heart, but in just two years. I’d forgotten even the sound of has voice. 

“Mr. Carter, have you forgotten how you killed your own child?” 

Svete stood at the convenience store entrance, waving two large mangoes in her hands as she ran toward ine 

“Mr. Carter, I don’t want my daughter to see you.” 

I took the mangues from Sweetie and held her hand, walking toward home 

As we walked, she glanced curiously over her shoulder at Liam. 

Chapter 8 

“Mommy, who’s that strange man? He looks so said.‘ 

I patted her back gently and told her to focus on the road. 

“He’s just a bad man who tells lies, Sweetie. You must be like him 

Sweetie raised her hand solemnly, “I promise to be an honest and good girl. Mommy, let’s not play with the bad man” 

Later, as Sweetie and I were making mow pastries, Linus stood at a distance, watching us 

Curious about everything, Sweetie asked with wide eyes, “Mommy, does that had man know us? Why is he watching us like that?” 

While peeling a mango. I replied, “That bad man hurt Mommy, Mommy doesn’t want to talk to him anymore.” 

ceptie set down the dough and came over to hug my leg. “If Mommy doesn’t want to talk to him, then I won’t either.” 

After Sweetle fell asleep, I stepped outside. 

Liam approached, keeping a measured distance. 

swere filled with longing. 

His eyes w 

“Claire, how have you been these years?” 

“Very well. It would be even better if you weren’t here.” 

He smiled faintly, pain flickering in his eyes. 

“I know I wronged you back then. Sweetie she’s my daughter, isn’t she?” 

He spoke as though clutching at his last hope, but I shattered it without hesitation.