Chapter 561:
“Mommy, is Lucky naughty and disobedient? I’ll be very obedient. Don’t be angry, Mommy. I’m here to help you with your work today. I’ll pack the goods for you.”
After that, Lucas, dressed in black pants and a white shirt, turned around, squatted down on a small stool, and carefully began putting the goods into boxes.
The little gentleman was so well-behaved and thoughtful. My anger melted away instantly.
Looking at Lucky in Herbert’s arms, I felt a wave of guilt. It was natural for a child to be difficult at times, refusing to eat or sleep. Why hadn’t I been able to control my emotions today?
I walked over to Lucas, squatted beside him, and started taping up the boxes of goods he had already filled. I wrote the addresses on each box, one by one.
It was a tedious task that required a lot of focus. It was also quite monotonous, but in order to create a better life for my daughter, to have a home of our own, I had to persist.
Herbert took Lucky out to play, and two hours later, he returned, still carrying her in his arms. The piles of goods in the room had been transformed into neatly packed boxes, now organized on the living room floor.
At that moment, Lucas was sitting on a small stool, munching on an apple, while I swept up the debris we had left behind. In Herbert’s arms, Lucky had fallen asleep. I quickly moved to lay out a pillow and small mattress on the sofa. Herbert gently placed her on the sofa bed and covered her with a thin quilt.
As we looked into each other’s eyes, there was a special, unspoken connection. The moment felt charged with something unexplainable.
I didn’t dare to look him in the eye. Quickly, I straightened up and turned away to continue cleaning up the mess on the floor.
“Daddy, do you want to eat an apple?”
At that moment, Lucas, who was sitting on the small bench, raised the apple in his hand.
“No, you can enjoy it yourself,” Herbert replied, shaking his head.
I glanced at the fruit tray on the tea table and said stiffly, “There are freshly washed apples over there.”
Herbert looked at the apples on the tea table, then back at me. He smiled, revealing his white teeth.
With that, he walked excitedly to the table, took an apple, nodded, and took a bite.
“Well, this apple is really delicious!” he said.
At that moment, Lucas piped up, “Dad is lying!”
“Why am I lying?” Herbert raised an eyebrow at Lucas.
“Dad, you hate apples the most. Every time I asked you to bite one, you refused. You said you hated apples!” Lucas replied.
I was taken aback.
Herbert, on the other hand, was visibly embarrassed. He glared at Lucas and said, “Shut up, little guy!”
Lucas immediately stood up and ran over to me. He clung to my thigh, saying, “Mommy, Dad is mean to me.”
