A Life Debt Repaid novel (John and Cordy) novel Chapter 279

After Cordy left work, she headed straight to John’s apartment.

It was only after she arrived and saw the food placed on the table that she remembered that she hadn’t eaten.

In fact, she had forgotten that it was now dinnertime.

Winston invited her to join them eagerly, while Dicky was also hugging her leg and saying, "Mommy! I missed you so much! Let's eat together—Winston made us a lot of good food."

Unable to resist Dicky's enthusiasm, and because she afforded Kyle an opening to attack her because she wasn’t eating well that one time, Cordy wouldn’t allow herself to repeat the same amateur mistake.

Even if Kyle was dead, John lives—and he was far more dangerous than Kyle.

As she sat at the dining table, John never once spoke to her and maintained his noble aloofness.

Cordy finally looked at the food on the table to see that almost every dish was her favorite.

She then remembered that Dicky's tastes were just like hers; therefore this wasn’t the least bit surprising.

Picking up her knife and fork, she started eating.

As they ate, Dicky's chipper voice made it obvious how happy he was to have Cordy there.

He kept putting food on her plate, asking repeatedly if the food was good. When she looked like she was about to put down her knife and fork, he told her seriously that she should take care of her body so that she could give her a sister.

Cordy almost choked from the child's unrestrained words.

She had no plans to marry, and even less so now that she had a son; let alone have another child.

"Mommy has you, and that's enough," she said, patting Dicky's little head.

Dicky clearly had more to say, so she quickly added, "I'm full now. I'd be sick if I ate more. You're still growing, so you should eat."

"Okay," Dicky nodded obediently. Then, he added seriously, "I’ll grow up to be as big as daddy and protect you from bullies, mommy."

"That’s good," Cordy smiled tenderly. She genuinely felt that no matter how bad things got, all was right with the world as long as she had Dicky.

She just didn’t expect the thought to shatter soon after; and it was because she had to help a grade-schooler with his studies.

As Cordy sat with Dicky in his room in front of his little desk, she spent an hour teaching him the proper pronunciation; to the point she began to wonder the meaning of life.