The child I raised with all my efforts turned a blind eye to my efforts but was so close to a man Fiona brought home, a man who used to be a male escort. Just because he vaguely resembles Jayden, he's willing to let him be his "dad."
At this hour, it was impossible to hail a cab and the rain was coming down harder. I could only huddle like a stray dog in the corner by the gate, hoping to shield myself from some of the downpours.
Just when I thought I'd be stuck here all night, the front gate creaked open. The butler came out holding an umbrella.
"Sir, Mrs. Claire asked me to bring you inside."
My head was already numb from the cold. It took me a while to nod before I numbly walked into the living room.
The moment I looked up, I saw Weston sitting in Mason's arms, watching TV while Fiona sat next to them and peeled fruit for them. The scene was so warm that it seemed like a family.
I ignored it and turned to go upstairs, but was stopped by Fiona.
"You know our son has a sensitive stomach and can only eat the food you make. In the future, you're not allowed to be out for more than an hour."
I pulled the corners of my lips and reminded her kindly, after remembering that I was about to leave.