Cheat With My Boyfriend Best Friend

Chapter 680 The Truth Is Equally Important for Children

Olive's POV

On the third day of Charlie's "business trip," Meteor's illness had completely recovered, but he was not sent to kindergarten

My name is Rose, and I asked her somewhat displeasedly, "Am I not allowed to go out alone, and is Meteor not allowed to go to school either?"

"Mr. Marilyn had mentioned before leaving that for Meteor, the knowledge in kindergarten was boring enough. He preferred to let the child draw at home, and at the same time, provide some company for you."

Rose placed the coffee on the coffee table in front of me, wearing her professional smile, and brought up Charlie to convince me

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I glanced at Rose and really didn't like how she took every word from Charlie as the truth

"T didn't need the company of a child, and even if it was something Charlie entrusted to you, I don't think I could shake your loyalty towards him. But please don't impose everything on me."

I cared about this matter, not because I thought the academic performance of a child who hadn't even graduated from kindergarten was so important, but because the atmosphere in this

household was really eerie

The father who ran away from home, the mother who was under house arrest - and I don't even know if she is my real mother - I don't think that child would find any happiness in such a home

He would probably prefer to learn some boring knowledge in kindergarten

Rose noticed my displeasure and wisely chose

not to say much, silently continuing to serve me my drink

Not long after, Meteor also came downstairs and sat at the dining table to enjoy his breakfast. As expected, when he passed by me, we just politely greeted each other, and I didn't ask any further questions. Meteor also didn't voluntarily share any of his feelings after recovering from his serious illness

He had already been told that he didn't have to go to school today. After breakfast, he silently returned to his room

The living room of this villa was very large, and I had never paid attention to it before. When it was empty, 1t made me feel an unprecedented loneliness

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So I didn't stay on the sofa for long either and quickly returned to the room

I recently developed a bad habit of taking naps during the day and experiencing vicious cycles of insomnia at night. However, only taking naps during the day could give me a decent sleep

Thinking helplessly like this, I once again fell asleep in a short time after others had woken up

I thought it was another moment of rest that

could heal the heart, but the terrible nightmare suddenly engulfed me once again

In the dream, the sound of a child crying incessantly, I carefully distinguished, but I found that those sharp and thin voices did not belong to Meteor, it seemed like a baby's cry, coming and going, as if it wanted to reach the nerves directly through the eardrum

I panicked and wanted to cover my ears, but the headache hit me first

In the pitch-black dream, the baby's crying was incessant. In reality, waves of pain made me unable to help but cry out

No, or rather, I couldn't even distinguish whether my screams were meant to alleviate the headache or to escape from the dream, but one thing is certain, neither purpose was easily

achieved

I was still trapped in that dream filled with cries, and the headache continued in waves

It was not until a pair of warm and soft little hands appeared in my palm that I felt like I had grasped a lifeline, and my body, imprisoned by the dream, could slowly move

"Mom, are you okay? Mom?"

I heard the sound of Meteor! I thought it must be another dream, but such a dream is better than the endless crying just now

This time, I tried my best to speak and wanted to tell this child that Mom was fine

But I couldn't find my voice, and I lost the strength to speak. All I could do was instinctively hold onto the little hand in the

palm of my hand

"Olive, when did you plan to come back?" "Mom, are you okay..."

The voice of a stranger and the call of Meteor intertwined in my dream, and once again I saw the figure of that man. But this time, when he turned around, I saw his face - it turned out to be the person who had been appearing in my dreams all along, the one who spoke to me and called out my name in the hospital that day!