After freezing for a moment, he immediately pushed Rachel away and ran toward me.
She unwillingly tugged at the corner of his clothes and collapsed on the floor, gasping and crying.
Patrick squatted down and reached out to hug me.
I yelled at him with all my strength, "Do not touch me!"
Enduring the severe pain in my heart, I rose, took Harry's hand, and went downstairs without hesitation.
Patrick stood there in a daze, calling me out with infinite sorrow.
"Honey..."
I felt cold all over and tensed up. My heart seemed to be weighed down by a massive rock. I struggled to breathe as if I might suffocate at any second.
With tears in his eyes, Harry looked up at me and asked with sobs, "Mommy, does Daddy no longer love us? Why did he embrace Ms. Parker?"
"Don't cry, Mommy. I will always love you. I won't take piano lessons again."
Maybe because Harry was raised in an orphanage, despite all my efforts to shower him with affection and warmth, caution remained ingrained in his bones.
I couldn't bear seeing him like this. My heart ached intensely with pain.
After wiping away my tears, I hugged him, forced a smile, and pressed my forehead against his.
"I will always love you, too."