My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130: Chapter 130: Who Dares to Be Mad at President Vaughn Besides Her?

Any good mood she had was completely gone.

In a fit of pique, Damien shoved the gift boxes, sending them crashing into the backseat with a loud CLATTER.

"If you don’t like them, then throw them out. I’m Damien Vaughn. I don’t do something as humiliating as returning a gift for no reason."

Cecelia: "..."

The oppressive silence between them lasted the entire drive back to the Vaughn estate.

The moment the car stopped, Damien slammed the door and strode off. A few steps behind, Cecelia went straight to the children’s room.

A small floor lamp cast a warm, yellow glow across the room. On the soft, cozy bed, Candy and Annie were fast asleep in their cartoon pajamas, their heads nestled close together.

The two children were so adorable and sweet. Watching them sleep so peacefully, the gloom in Cecelia’s heart finally began to lift.

’The Vaughn estate is nice, but it’s not a place we can live in forever. Besides, he’s about to have a new girlfriend.’

’Candy, Mommy will take you away from here tomorrow.’

’At least I was able to trade our old house for a large apartment. After we leave here, we won’t have to worry about having a roof over our heads.’

’It’s just... I feel bad about Old Mr. Vaughn.’

’During our time at the Vaughn estate, he has been genuinely kind to me, to Candy, and to Annie as well.’

’If I just up and leave, will he be able to accept it?’

’And his legs... I said I would help with his physical therapy until he recovered before I left...’

’Sigh... Things rarely go as planned.’

’I’ve already broken my word twice. I swear, from now on, I will never casually make promises to anyone again, nor will I ever speak in absolutes.’

Cecelia tossed and turned in bed, her conscience weighing heavily on her. She didn’t drift into a groggy sleep until just before dawn.

In her groggy state, she had a dream.

In the dream, Old Mr. Vaughn sat on a dais, smiling contentedly. The seats below were filled with esteemed guests, all of them applauding to welcome the bride and groom.

It was Damien’s wedding, and the bride was Gwen Morgan.

He in his suit and she in her wedding gown, they happily exchanged rings and kissed, all to the stirring sounds of the wedding march...

"Mommy! You’re back! When did you get back? Why didn’t you tell me? I missed you so much!"

Candy woke up, and upon seeing Cecelia, she happily pounced on her, pulling her from the dream.

Cecelia hugged both children and apologized. In that warm moment, clarity washed over her.

’Maybe Old Mr. Vaughn will call me heartless the moment I leave. Maybe he won’t be able to accept my lies. But once Damien brings Gwen Morgan home, everything will be fine.’

’They’ve known each other for years, they know each other inside and out, and their families are of equal standing. When the time comes, he’ll be grateful that I was sensible enough to leave.’

’That settles it!’

’Time to get up and clear the air with Damien, so he doesn’t have to beat around the bush anymore.’

After getting everyone ready, Cecelia led the two children downstairs.

Damien and Old Mr. Vaughn, early risers as always, were already at the dining table drinking coffee. The two children dashed over to them.

"Great-Grandpa! Morning!"

"Daddy! You’re finally back! I missed you so much!"

Damien picked Candy up, sat her on his lap, and planted a kiss on her little cheek.

"I missed you too. Were you a good girl yesterday, Candy?"

"I was! I beat Great-Grandpa in a game yesterday, and he even praised me!"

They touched foreheads, and Damien praised her dotingly.

"You’re such a clever girl."

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