When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1213 I Will Never Be Your Son

The bus was cramped, and Conrad’s harsh words drew amused glances from some of the other mothers.

Most of them were full–time housewives who envied Meredith, a woman still involved in her family’s business, the Seiler family. While they admired her success, they took a certain satisfaction in her struggles with Conrad.

Conrad, not finished, continued to taunt her. “My mom told me you couldn’t have kids of your own, so now you’re hoping I’ll be your son. Well, I’ll never be your son! I can’t stand you. One day, I’ll take over my dad’s business and throw you out. You’ll be an old, lonely woman, unwanted by everyone.”This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Meredith’s face darkened, but she knew better than to argue with a child.

Seeing the situation, Cecilia nudged Meredith. “Meredith, why don’t you sit with me? Jon can sit with Conrad.

Jonathan, ever the polite boy, agreed. “Ms. Seiler, why don’t you let my mommy sit with you? She’d love to talk

Grateful for the gesture, Meredith moved to sit with Cecilia. As soon as Jonathan sat next to Conrad, the boy’s demeanor shifted completely. He straightened up, put away his phone, and didn’t utter another word.

Meredith smiled sheepishly at Cecilia. “I must look ridiculous to you.”

Cecilia shook her head. “You’re handling things better than most would. Don’t worry about what others think. But you should look after yourself too.”

Cecilia knew that children weren’t always reliable. She believed it was even less likely Conrad, born outside of a traditional marriage.

Meredith nodded thoughtfully. “I’d love to have a child of my own, but that’s a luxury I don’t have right now.”

Cecilia squeezed her hand. “No matter what happens, you won’t be alone in the future. Not as long as I’m around.”

Meredith laughed. “Then I guess we’ll both live long and keep each other company when we’re old.”

“Deal.”

Their laughter was genuine, but from a distance, Miranda watched them with envy. Though she had plenty of friends, she knew they only stayed close because of her family’s influence.

Finally, they arrived at the picnic spot.

The moment the bus stopped, parents began bustling around, eager to help their children off. Under the guidance of the teacher, everyone started settling in, finding a place to rest.

The area had been prepared ahead of time. Sunshades had been strategically placed across the lawn, and blankets were spread out, offering a comfortable place for everyone to sit. The children, however, were far too excited to rest. As soon as they hopped off the bus, they scattered, running around wildly and laughing. with pure joy.

The teacher called out, “Let’s take a short break, everyone. After that, we’ll divide into four teams for a three–legged relay race. The winning team will get a prize, and there’ll be a small penalty for the losing team.”

The three–legged race was a classic game where two people were tied at the leg and had to move in sync, leaning on each other for balance as they raced,

For now, though, everyone settled down for a brief rest before the activity began.

Soon enough, the teacher asked everyone to start forming their own teams. In total, there were over forty children, so each of the four teams would have around ten members.

But as parents and children paired up, a clear pattern emerged–no one approached Cecilia, Meredith, Priscilla, or Helen.

It became glaringly obvious that Miranda’s scheme to isolate them was working.

Cecilia and her small group of mothers stood awkwardly to the side, clearly set apart from the others.