Carter’s action was devoid of tenderness. He even looked a little brutal.
After Lillian was pushed away, she looked at Carter with a look of loss on her face.
Carter’s gaze darkened. “What are you looking at, huh? You can’t speak, so do your ears also not work? I said there’s none for you, don’t you understand?”
“Carter.” Shirley could not stand Carter’s attitude. “ Carter, are you sick in the head? You’re a grown man and you’re bullying a little girl?”
Carter scoffed nonchalantly when he heard Shirley scolding him.
“It’s her fault that she’s Jeremy and Eveline’s child. You can’t blame me for that.”
After saying that disdainfully, he turned around and pushed Shirley’s wheelchair to the dining room.
Lillian sat on the sofa alone and silently stared at Carter and Shirley’s back.
She lifted her hand to touch her flat stomach. ‘Yeah, I’m a little hungry.
‘Usually, Fabian will eat dinner with me at this time. ‘But now, I can only go hungry.’
Lillian blinked her clear, big eyes and thought to herself.
‘Who is this man?
‘Why did he bring me here?
‘It seems like he hates my mommy and daddy.’ There were a lot of questions in Lillian’s little brain. Dispirited, she lowered her eyelids.
‘Mommy, Daddy.
‘I miss Mommy, Daddy, and Jack.’
Shirley did not have the appetite to eat now. She looked at Carter who was eating mechanically, and then she tidied her cutleries and took some spaghetti and meatballs before turning her wheelchair away.
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