"Dad..."
Oliver came out from his examination, leaning against Adrian, looking heartbroken.
Adrian patted his shoulder. "This is only temporary."
Oliver understood the implication.
He had once firmly believed in his father.
But twice now, his father had failed to change his mother's mind about him.
He was hurt, yet his mother hadn't even looked at him, let alone treated his injuries.
Even if she didn't apply medicine, shouldn't she at least have asked if he was okay?
He refused to believe she wasn't his mother.
She was!
Adrian seemed to sense his thoughts. He had someone bring Oliver a glass of warm milk and said again, "Trust me."
Oliver had no choice but to trust him. He was, after all, only a little over six years old, just a child.
A thought occurred to him, and he asked, "Will Mommy celebrate my birthday with me this year?"
His birthday had just passed, and his mother hadn't even made him pancakes.
In previous years, she had always baked him a big, handmade cake.
Every year, the cake would feature his favorite cartoon characters, and each one was different.
Not only that, he hadn't even heard her say 'Happy Birthday' to him.
And then she had left again.
A few days later, news broke of her marriage to someone else.
When he saw her again, she was still so cold to him.
"Dad, is it because Mommy married another man? Is that why she's not my mommy anymore and doesn't want me?"
A dark glint flashed in Adrian's eyes, but his voice was gentle when he spoke. "She won't marry another man. The wedding was just a tactic. You're too young to understand. All you need to know is that she and I are not divorced, and she will always be your mother."

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