Chapter 3

Melody was feeling a bit down today. "You all can celebrate the boy's birthday without me..."

No matter the time or situation, with just one call from Melody, Zoran would leave without hesitation.

And he wouldn't return for a long time.

Whenever I called or asked too many questions, I was told I was being immature and unreasonable.

"Delilah, you're Melody's sister. You should care for her just like I do."

Care for her?

Am I crazy?

I could only grieve silently at home, my heart heavy with sorrow.

To keep my perceptive son from noticing, I had to force a smile.

On the rare occasions when Zoran rushed home, I would greet him with a warm smile and genuine concern.

"Can't you leave me alone?"

Zoran would always impatiently push me away.

As an orphan myself, I didn't want my child to lose either a father or a mother.

"Mom, are you unhappy?"

My thoughtful son had wiped away my tears with his little hands just the day before, but the next day he was placed in that tiny box.

Darkness engulfed everything.

On the third day after moving out of the mansion, I planned to take my son for a final blessing.

He was so young, yet he died on his way to deliver a birthday cake to the father he idolized.I still don't understand how Zoran dared to let his seven-year-old son go get the cake.

I walked out of my newly rented small room carrying the box, and unexpectedly saw Zoran and Melody.

Melody was arm in arm with Zoran, standing at the doorway with a large group of bodyguards behind them.

"What are you doing?" Zoran shoved me aside as I stood at the door, entering to search for something.

After looking around, he angrily came over to question me.

"Where's my son?"

Son?

Now you remember you have a son?

I clutched the box in my hands tightly, my voice trembling as I said,

"Now you remember to look for your son? It's too late!"

"You'll never see him again!"

A flash of anger crossed his eyes,

"Where have you hidden him?"

He didn't care about his son when he was alive, why is he putting on this show now that he's gone?

I stared at him wide-eyed, saying nothing.

He was furious,

"Delilah, have you no shame?"

Hearing his sharp scolding, I couldn't help but sway on my feet.

No shame?

Before I could react, I heard his barrage of accusations.

"The boy is so young, and you're already making him steal. Have you no shame?"

Stealing?

I was confused.

How could I make my son steal?He had always been such an upright and kind child from a young age.

"What do you mean?"

Zoran stared at me with hatred in his eyes.

"What do I mean? Don't you know? Melody is about to enter the design competition, and you had your son steal her entry. Have you no shame?"