She Chose Him Now She Wants Me Back novel Chapter 320

The mother appeared to be in her 40s. Her face was worn, and many strands of white already threaded through her hair.

She worked busily at the stall with a rope tied around her waist. The other end was fastened to an 18–year–old man.

He sat on a small stool. His eyes stayed fixed on a few ants crawling along the ground, and from time to time he let out bursts of foolish laughter.

“Daddy, hurry up!” Lilith urged.

Dominic snapped back to his senses and walked over. “Two hot dogs.”

The stall owner smiled gently. “Would you like anything on them?”

Lilith began counting on her fingers. “I want fried chicken, fries, chicken nuggets-”

“Two deluxe hot dogs,” Dominic cut in quickly.

“Alright, please wait a moment,” the stall owner said with a smile.

Dominic took out his phone to scan the code. “That’ll be five dollars, right?”

“Mhm.” The stall owner nodded and returned to her work.

At that moment, Dominic’s attention shifted to the figure beside them.

He knew at a glance that it was a soul because it looked exactly like the foolish man on the stool, down to his appearance and clothing.

More importantly, the figure carried a clear sense of intangibility.

This was the first time Dominic had seen such a soul. No death had occurred, yet the body and soul were already separated. In this state, the young man’s face showed none of the foolishness seen in his body. He watched his mother working, his eyes filled with pain.

Dominic asked casually, “Ma’am, what’s wrong with him?”

The stall owner continued working. She glanced back at her son and smiled bitterly. “He’s been like this since he was little. The doctors say it’s autism. It can’t be cured.”

Her features were actually well shaped, but the wear of life had weathered her. Even in her 40s, she looked far older than her age.

Suddenly, no one knew what triggered it, but the young man lunged forward. He yanked on the rope, causing the stall owner to lose her balance and fall hard to the ground.

Dominic rushed over to help her up.

She waved a hand dismissively. “Thank you, young man.‘

As she spoke, she tugged at her son. “Don’t run, okay? Be good and sit here. Mommy will make hot dogs with you later, alright?”

“No, no!” the young man shouted and struggled without pause.

The mother pulled him with all her strength, her own effort clearly strained. She forced another bitter smile at Dominic, “Sorry to keep you waiting. Now that he’s grown up, he’s quite strong.”

Her gaze returned to her son, pain filling her eyes. This was her life, day after day, raising him while selling hot dogs.

When he was small, he hadn’t been strong. With the rope tying him to her, she could still control him no matter how much he struggled.

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Now, at 18, he stood taller than she did, and her strength was no longer enough. When he fell into a frenzy, he sometimes dragged her along as he ran.

Yet she could not let go of the rope. She never could.

The young man suddenly grew more agitated. He broke free from his mother and rushed toward the stall, smashing his head against the cart again and again.

The mother’s eyes reddened with panic. Unable to restrain him, she struck his shoulder hard and cried out, “Can you stop? I’m begging you. Please stop.

The sight of her son overwhelmed her. Grief surged up, and tears streamed down her face.

“At last, the young man stopped hitting his head. He stood there blankly for a moment, then burst into loud sobs. The piercing

sound drew the attention of many nearby.

At least he was only crying now. His movements finally settled.

The mother dragged him back onto the stool with all her strength. His cries tore at her heart, yet she still forced a smile at Dominic. “It’s fine. I’m used to it. I’ll make yours right away.”

Those words, “used to it,” carried the weight of countless hardships.

Dominic’s eyes trembled as he watched her work at the stall. A lump rose in his throat, leaving him unsure of what to say.

At that moment, the young man in his soul state parted his lips and called softly, “Mom.”

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