Marriage With A Evil Heart

I froze, feeling uneasy inside. How could I explain this to him?

After a while, I looked at Oliver and said very seriously, “Baby, everyone has strengths and weaknesses, but each person’s strengths and weaknesses are different. Maybe Grandma likes him for some specific reason that is different from you. In Grandma’s judgment, that particular quality of his might seem better than yours, so she praises him. But it doesn’t mean he’s necessarily better than you. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“Like how I’m good at math, and he can draw, but I can’t?” Oliver’s eyes sparkled with curiosity.

“That’s right!” I happily smiled, reaching out to pat his head. “My son is really smart!”

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Back home, I sensed that something was off. Only Alice was in the living room playing with Charles; there was no sign of Sherry.

I asked Oliver to change into different clothes upstairs before coming down. Sitting beside Charles, I casually asked Alice, “Where’s Sherry?”

“She said she had something to do and went out for a while. Dinner is ready!” Alice’s tone was a bit displeased. “I’ll go set the table. It’s time to eat!”

“No rush. Play with Charles for a bit. I’ll go upstairs to change, and we’ll have dinner when I come down!” I said, standing up to go upstairs, heading directly to Sherry’s room.

Not finding what Sherry had in her hands bothered me. Logically, if it wasn’t in the kitchen, it should be in her room. But strangely, despite my careful search, there was nothing.

Just then, I heard Alice loudly calling me from downstairs, “Mrs. Brown, dinner’s ready!”

I immediately perked up my ears and faintly heard footsteps coming upstairs, as if someone had already entered the corridor.

I realized I wouldn’t make it out of here in time.

It seemed that Sherry had returned. If she cornered me in her room, I wouldn’t be able to explain.

I suddenly thought of that hidden door. I hurried over, swiftly moved the cabinet, opened the secret door, slipped out, and quickly closed the bookshelf.

Inside the study, I took off my coat while sitting at the desk and picked up a pen.

At that moment, Sherry pushed open the study door, peeked inside, and upon seeing me, her eyes flickered briefly. She then said, “Mrs. Brown, it’s time for dinner.”

I nodded, intentionally reaching out to put the pen back into the holder. I tore off the sheet of paper I had scribbled on, put it in my pocket, and followed her out.

After leaving the study, I went to my room, tore the paper I had just scribbled into pieces, flushed it away, and then changed clothes before heading downstairs.

Sitting at the dining table, I casually remarked to Sherry, “Next time you go out, try not to be away during mealtime!”

Sherry acknowledged with a brief response and went to serve the food.

Unexpectedly, at that moment, Robert walked in, looking quite fatigued.

I scrutinized his face and asked, “Why do you look so tired? Was the business trip not smooth?”

As my words came out, both sisters turned their attention to Robert. He glanced at the dining table and replied, “Just feel tired!”

Then, he went to wash his hands, sat next to me, and teased Charles, “I’m really hungry. Haven’t had a decent meal in the past few days.”

I chuckled inwardly, realizing they were probably too preoccupied with their fight to bother cooking.

Upon hearing this, Sherry immediately asked, “Do you want me to make you some soup?”

“No need!”

I casually remarked, “Your mom called, said she couldn’t reach you on the phone and had something urgent to discuss. She didn’t call you back afterward?”

Robert’s hand paused for a moment, then he lowered his head to continue eating. After swallowing the food in his mouth, he said, “Didn’t say anything? Probably my phone ran out of battery and shut down.”

“No, She didn’t mention anything specific, but it sounded urgent when she called. She didn’t call you again?” I glanced at him, and he remained composed.

“No, no need to bother about her,” Robert said as he continued eating, showing signs of genuine hunger.

Thinking of Ryan, I deliberately brought up, “When I was picking up the child, I saw Amelia’s son. He seemed lonely and despondent today. I didn’t see Amelia, so I asked him who was picking him up. He said his dad was coming, but I never saw his dad. I even asked for his dad’s name.”