Chapter 2
On the coffee table was a handmade lace hairband.
It looks like it was brought over from Scuydal’s side, probably something belonging to Denisse’s daughter.
Sarahi couldn’t help but laugh mockingly.
These two father and son are really affectionate, even her daughter loves them as well.
P
Ernesto saw her smile, frowned uncomfortably, and said loudly again, “I want to see this fixed by tomorrow, fix it immediately now.”
Sarahi coldly averted her gaze and said, “I wouldn’t.”
Handmade lace production is complex, and this piece, for some unknown reason, had a large hole in it.
To repair; it is not a matter of overnight.
She had just been outside for three hours, her hands and feet were freezing cold and stiff, she couldn’t do anything at all.
Ernesto suddenly got angry and said, “Why are you so useless? You don’t know anything. You simply don’t want to do it. I already promised Raina that I would give her a good one tomorrow. You must do it today.”
Sarahi held a cup of hot water to warm her hands, her voice cold, “Ernesto, I am your mother, not your nanny!”
She rarely was strict with Ernesto.
Ernesto inherited his father’s high intelligence and hardly had to put any effort into his studies.
Therefore, most of the time, Sarahi played the role of the rear support, taking care of Ernesto’s daily life.
From the smallest details of his daily life, such as his clothing, food, shelter, and transportation, to the larger aspect of his health condition.
Sarahi did everything meticulously.
Even so, Ernesto was always able to find faults.
Used to his mother’s contributions in the family, he felt entitled to have Sarahi do anything for him and complained that his mother’s efforts were not
good enough.
Even the voice telling the, he was picky about its pitch.
Sarahi knew that raising a highly intelligent child had its challenges, so she exercised patience in every aspect.
But now, she didn’t want to endure anymore.
Ernesto was taken aback by her attitude and looked at Jovan.
Jovan walked over from the kitchen and said to Ernesto, “Let Mom rest tonight, we’ll do it tomorrow.”
At that moment, Jovan seemed to have returned to being a good husband.
He was wearing an apron, with a gentle look in his eyes.
I put a hot water bag in Sarahi’s arms and comfortingly touched her head, “Why get angry with a child?”
Sarahi slightly turned her head, avoiding his movement.
The voice was calm, “I was not angry with him.”
She simply informed Ernesto that she would no longer work as a housekeeper for him.
Jovan’s hand froze in mid–air, and then he withdrew it.
In silence, there was an atmosphere that left him at a loss, a vague sense of inexplicable loss.
Jovan frowned. He had never seen Sarahi like this before. In his imagination, Sarahi should have cried and made a scene, blamed him, resented him, and
eventually compromised.
But now, she skipped all the steps and calmly accepted everything.
It’s as if they didn’t care at all.
“Let’s eat first.”
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Jovan changed the subject and brought out a bowl of fish soup from the kitchen.
The first bowl was served to Sarahi.
“Have some soup to warm up your body. Aren’t you the one who loves fish soup the most?”
Sarahi looked at the milky white soup in the bowl, the fish meat was tender and the broth was delicious.
It was Jovan’s specialty dish.
Just…
Sarahi felt a pang of bitterness in her heart.
“The one who liked to drink fish soup was Denisse.”
Jovan hesitated for a moment, then casually said, “You two are sisters, so your preferences should be similar.”
Sarahi laughed at herself self–deprecatingly.
Her tastes were completely different from Denisse’s.
But Jovan only remembered Denisse.
His brain, which usually only stored experimental data, had specially reserved a space to remember everything about Denisse.
This time, Sarahi lowered her head and said, “I hated drinking fish soup the most.”
“I hated the fishy smell in the fish soup, it was unpleasant, disgusting, and tasted like drinking swill.”
Jovan’s actions did not stop, he simply said calmly, “Eating fish is good for the heart.”
Sarahi’s hand holding the spoon tightened, it turned out that what she cared about was this.
Sarahi didn’t say anything else and reluctantly drank a bowl of fish soup before turning and heading to the room.
Married for eight years, she and Jovan slept in separate rooms.
Because Jovan said he had shallow sleep, she voluntarily went to sleep in the guest room, and slept for eight years.
I just didn’t want to share the same bed with her.
However, Sarahi doesn’t care anymore at this point.
The next morning, Sarahi woke up feeling dizzy and disoriented, not knowing what time it was.
There came a banging sound on the door from outside.
“Mom, bad mom, why haven’t you gotten up to make breakfast for me yet!”
Sarahi struggled to get up, feeling the heaviness in her body, only to realize it was already eight o’clock.
Ernesto used to go to school at 7:30. In the past, she would wake up before 6:00 to prepare breakfast and the things he needed for school.
She opened the door, and Ernesto kicked her on the shin.
The seven–year–old boy had already become very strong. Sarahi, in pain, took a few steps back and held onto the door frame to prevent herself from falling
“Where is your dad?”
The living room was empty, and there was no one in the room.
Ernesto said matter–of–factly, “Dad had to go to work, he was very busy. You stayed at home all day and didn’t do anything, not even getting up and cooking for me, you were just lazy.”
Jovan was indeed very busy.
As the top cardiac surgeon at Bleotan Hospital, Bleotan worked tirelessly, completely neglecting his children and family.
When Ernesto was a child, she got sick. She went to the registration alone, running up and down, sweating profusely and exhausted. In the end, Ernesto got better, but she herself fell ill
Upon learning this, Jovan simply said coldly, “Next time something like this happens, remember to call the nanny.”
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A nanny said it lightly.
He had never taken care of children, so of course he didn’t know how worried a mother could be when her child fell ill.
The nanny could only take care of errands, but how could she trust the nanny to accompany and take care of the child?
None of these Jovan understood, they only blamed her for not enduring hardship.
And now, Ernesto feels the same way.
“Aunt Denisse was right, you were just a lazybones, not a good mother at all!”
Children’s words can be the most hurtful.
Sarahi looked at him, her son who had been born after ten months of pregnancy.
She was the one who raised me single–handedly. When I was little, I used to hold onto her neck and make solemn promises to protect her when I grew up.
How did it come to be like this now?
Sarahi chuckled bitterly, “Ernesto, didn’t you see that I was sick?”
Ernesto then realized that her complexion was not good.
He furrowed his brows, with the same cold indifference in his eyes as Jovan, showing no concern, only displeasure.
“You’re so stupid. Why did you have to get sick at this time? You can’t even take care of your own health properly. You don’t deserve to be my mother.”
After saying that, Ernesto left with his backpack.
Sarahi stood at the door, feeling dizzy and lightheaded, slowly leaning against the door frame and squatting down.
The door slammed shut.
Sarahi covered her chest and thought bitterly, “Soon, I will no longer be your mother.”
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