Chapter 45
The fireworks are so beautifull” Kander exclaimed in awe.
The sound of fireworks exploding in the night sky came through from the smartwatch. It was lively and festive.
Just then, Anathea’s phone buzzed with a new message. It was a photo from Natalie.
Under the dazzling fireworks, Natalie sat in a wheelchair, turning her head slightly to look at Gregory, a blissful smile on her face. Gregory’s coat was draped over her shoulders, a silent yet undeniable display of his gentleness and care. His care was reserved for
her and her alone.
That was exactly why Natalie had sent this picture. It was a declaration of ownership.
In fact, ever since Natalie had returned from overseas a month ago, she’d been occasionally sending Anathea photos of her and
Gregory together. But Anathea had never responded, and this time was no different.
Without a change in her expression, she turned off her phone screen. To be honest, the first time she’d seen such photos, there had been a sharp pain in her chest so intense that it nearly took her breath away. But now, all that remained was an endless calm.
However, Xander was displeased. “Dad and Ms. Whitman are so mean. They didn’t take me to see the fireworks. I want to go too! I
want to go too!”
Anathea felt a headache coming on from his complaints. She reminded him gently, “Xander, it’s already ten o’clock. Time for
bed ”
“That’s right, Mr. Xander. It’s time for bed, okay?” Jenny stepped in, trying to guide him back to his room.
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“No, I don’t want to!” Xander refused outright, pouting as he walked over to Anathea. “I just want to set off fireworks with Dad
and Ms. Whitman. Morn, can you take me there?”
In the past, whenever Xander made a request, Anathea would always do her best to fulfill it. Hence, he was certain that as long as
he begged a little, she would give in.
But this time, Anathea didn’t respond. She simply held her pen and continued sketching, as if she hadn’t heard him at all.
“Mom!” Xander, who’d always been spoiled, couldn’t tolerate being ignored. He suddenly yanked Anathea’s hand forcefully.
Anathea was caught off guard. Her pen dragged a long, abrupt stroke across the carefully drafted sketch, ruining it in an instant. She froze, staring at the damage in stunned silence.
Xander was completely unaware of his mistake. Instead, he raised his voice even more. “Mom, why are you ignoring me?”
Anathea took a deep breath, her gaze turning cold as she watched Xander throwing a tantrum. She frowned and spoke in a firm, unwavering tone. “Xander, go to bed.”
There was no room for negotiation.
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“Hmph! You’re a bad mother!” Xander was shocked when Anathea spoke to him so sternly. Frustrated, he grabbed her pen and
threw it on the floor.
Jenny was startled and quickly stepped forward to stop him. “Mr. Xander, you have school tomorrow. You need to sleep early so
you have the energy to learn. Mrs. Sinclair is just looking out for you-”
“I don’t need her concern!”
Xander shouted, pointing at Anathea, “You’re so mean! No wonder Dad likes taking Ms. Whitman out and never brings you along I don’t want you either. Go away! You’re not allowed to stay here. This is Sinclair Villa, not your home.”
“Mr. Xander! You can’t say things like that.” Jenny immediately stopped him.
Xander stomped his foot in frustration and then ran off angrily.
Jenny picked up the fallen pen and placed it back on the table. She advised cautiously, “Mrs. Sinclair, Mr. Xander is still young. He doesn’t always think before he speaks. Please don’t take it to heart. After all, he’s your own son.”
Anathea smirked. Perhaps it was because he was her own son that he knew exactly how to hurt her the most.
“As for Mr. Sinclair setting off fireworks… the media always exaggerates things to attract attention. Maybe… maybe it’s not exactly what it seems…”
The more Jenny spoke, the weaker her voice became. Even she found it hard to convince herself anymore.
“I understand. You can go now,” Anathea said calmly.
Her tone was indifferent, as if she truly didn’t care about her husband setting off fireworks for another woman. She seemed so tolerant and magnanimous.
Jenny found the composure unsettling. It indicated that Anathea no longer cared, making it easy for her to leave without a second thought.
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