Reborn Before The Divorce

Nydia felt her head buzzing, and she remembered.

These things had been too long ago, so long that she had forgotten, but he still remembered them vividly.

“I’m sorry!” She apologized sincerely to Jesse.

“Get out!”

Nydia walked to the door, turned around and looked at him when she opened it. There was a resentment between his brows and eyes. If it weren’t for his physical disability, she felt he would have come over and strangled her.

She opened the door and went out.

When she stood at the door, she didn’t leave immediately, but squatted against the wall.

The crack between her and Jesse was definitely irreparable in a short time.

It was difficult to make up for the harm she had caused him before.

She hugged her knees, buried her face, and closed her eyes. The blurry image became clearer and clearer. She saw Jesse falling to the ground in a miserable state, and instead of helping him up, she even mocked him.

There was even a time when she pretended to make up with him, but hit his leg with a heavy object.

No wonder his reaction just now was so intense.

She felt extremely regretful and self-blaming, but also felt powerless.

After calming down for a while, she raised her head and was about to stand up when she saw Tavish standing in front of her and froze.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

“Tavish, are you looking for Dad?” She immediately put on a gentle smile and asked softly.

But she saw Tavish reach out and touch her face with his fingertips.

“Why are you crying?”

Nydia was startled, realizing that she had been crying, and immediately raised her hand to wipe away the tears randomly.

“I had unpleasantness with Dad.”

“Did you bully Dad or did Dad bully you?”

Tavish’s little face was serious and he asked very seriously, which made Nydia need to carefully consider her answer.

“I bullied daddy,” she said, and Tavish frowned. “Then why are you crying?”

“I feel like I shouldn’t have bullied him, I regret it, and I didn’t expect to cry.” She answered Tavish seriously, not fooling him because he was young. She knew Tavish was very smart, both emotionally and intellectually, and very good at observing words and colors. She couldn’t be perfunctory.

“You should go, daddy will be angrier if you’re here.” Looking at this face that looks so much like Jesse’s, even the expression and tone of voice when speaking are similar, her heart suddenly tightens.

Tavish still hasn’t eliminated his prejudice against her. “Okay, I’ll go first, good night.”

She walked past Tavish, trying hard to hold back her sore nose, and her footsteps were fast, as if this could make her heart more comfortable.

Tavish knocked on the door.

“What’s up?” Jesse’s voice was a bit hoarse.

“Daddy, it’s me.” Tavish opened the door and walked in.

Jesse’s face softened slightly. “What do you want?”

But Tavish didn’t speak immediately, but walked over and leaned on the wheelchair. He put his small hand on Jesse’s hand back, and at the moment when the soft little hand touched the hard back of the hand, Jesse’s originally irritable mood eased.

“Mommy cried.”

“Did she come to find you?” Jesse’s emotions rose again.

Tavish shook his head, “No, she was crying outside the door just now, and I saw her.”