Happy New Year, Mom!
Mila’s expression softened as she listened to her son’s cheerful voice on the other end of the line.
She had initially thought Adrian wouldn’t come to visit for the New Year. The gifts she had prepared—like toy gold bars and jade trinkets—remained unsent. Instead, she had transferred ,000 to his account on New Year’s Day as a gift.
Although his call came a bit late, he had at least called to wish her a happy New Year.
With a warm tone, Mila inquired about Adrian’s recent activities, patiently listening as he shared amusing stories from the past few days.
After a short conversation, Adrian suddenly said, Mom, Dad told me you’re busy and can’t come home for the New Year. Are you done now? I miss you. Can you come home today to play with me?
Mila felt a tug at her heart.
Having recently saved a child, her emotions were already stirred, and she did long to see Adrian. However, she was still recovering from injuries in the hospital and couldn’t visit.
Adrian, Mom’s not done yet. I’ll come to see you in a few days. Let your dad… Mila hesitated, gently turning down his request.
Adrian was upset.
He truly missed his mom, and with his dad and Giselle off on their own adventures, he was left alone. His grandparents had gone to visit his great-grandparents, leaving no one to play with him. Playing video games alone was so boring.
He felt rejected—his mom used to drop everything to play with him if he asked, and now she was saying no!
Frustration bubbled up, and Adrian didn’t want to hear more. He abruptly hung up the phone.
He decided he wouldn’t call his mom again!
Even if she reached out, he wouldn’t pay attention to her!
Giselle was better company, and if he knew where his dad had taken her, he would be playing with her now.
Thank you, Julian. Come on, let’s eat.
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Mila had a slash wound on her right arm from a recent escape, and the child was also injured, making it difficult to eat. Though Miranda initially planned to feed the child, Julian insisted on eating only what Mila fed him.
Fortunately, Mila managed well with her left hand, feeding Julian his meal.
Julian wasn’t picky, eating whatever was offered, his table manners gentle. After eating, he let the adults help him clean up, quiet and well-behaved.
He was adorable, a soft bundle of warmth.
Even Miranda, who had initially opposed getting involved with the child, softened. She ordered express delivery of toys to entertain him.