Chelsea's car rolled up just in the nick of time. As she stepped out, her face was clouded with displeasure, and after throwing Casper a sharp, resentful look, she got right to work helping Eliza load her bags into the car.
Casper reached for Eliza's arm, trying to strike a deal. "How about you take a few days to cool off? I'll come by in a couple of days, and we can have a proper chat, alright?"
"No need," she replied, mustering every ounce of strength to get those three words out.
Life is full of only a handful of truly significant moments—birth, aging, sickness, and death. Yet, whenever she needed him, he was always absent.
A man's worth isn't measured by his smooth talk when things are easy, but by his unwavering presence and support when life gets tough. And he... well, he managed to be there for Fiona and her son.
No matter how you slice it, he was a good father, at least to them.
As she was about to get in the car, she gave him one last reminder, "Don't forget to call Roberts; I'll be at the city hall on time."
Chelsea hit the gas, driving away.
Casper stood there, looking like a sad, lost soul...
After driving for a bit, Chelsea hit the brakes at a red light and turned to Eliza, puzzled. "Is he cheating? That secretary of his?"
"No," Eliza replied, her voice flat. "It's his ex."
"His ex?" Chelsea was taken aback. She thought Casper's first love was Nova. "When did this ex come into the picture? Are you saying his ex came back to him?"
Eliza leaned her head against the window, her voice tired. "His ex and their child."
"What?" Chelsea was floored. "There's a kid involved?"
Eliza glanced at the green light ahead. "Just drive. We'll talk more at home."
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