Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 445

Bonnie couldn't quite describe the feeling that washed over her when she read that essay. It was as if a gentle wave had struck her heart, pulling back and forth across her soul.

She hadn't cried in a long time, but at that moment, a massive lump formed in her throat.

From the second she found out she was pregnant, she had constantly worried about how to raise her child. She desperately wanted to ensure that the tragedies she and Lawrence had endured in their own youths would never be repeated in their son's life.

Every parent had to grow up eventually, striving to shield their children from the unfairness, dissatisfaction, pain, and regrets they themselves had faced.

It was an unavoidable struggle.

Some parents succeeded, pouring their efforts into showering their children with love. Others failed, or simply grew too tired, repeating the same toxic cycles amidst the daily grind.

Because of this, Bonnie never wanted to put too much pressure on Hayden. She never forced him into excessive tutoring or demanded he follow a rigid path.

Even when Hayden made mistakes out of childish ignorance—things adults would consider wrong—Bonnie never used harsh or punishing words to discipline him.

She never felt that being a parent gave her the right to exercise absolute control over his life.

They were equals.

While Lawrence was slightly stricter when it came to Hayden's academics and discipline, he worked hard to find the perfect balance.

Together, they learned how to be a great mother and father.

They never even considered having a second child, terrified it might take away from the care and affection they gave Hayden. Perhaps the worry was unfounded, but they only wanted to give their absolute all to their son in this lifetime.

However, because Hayden was so introverted and quiet, Bonnie and Lawrence sometimes wondered if their parenting style was actually working.

During his junior year, Hayden finished his degree early. After graduating, he successfully applied to further his studies on the West Coast of the United States. On the day they saw him off, Bonnie leaned against Lawrence's chest, watching the plane roar across the sky.

Time really had flown. She was already fifty years old, yet the years had barely left a mark on her. She was as radiantly stunning as ever, the passage of time only adding a profound grace and elegance to her beauty.

Lawrence held her tight, his broad, solid frame giving her an overwhelming sense of security.

Time had been equally kind to him. Bonnie tilted her head up to trace her husband's jawline. He was as strikingly handsome as she remembered, just far more mature. Although he didn't look like a man in his early fifties, faint lines crinkled at the corners of his eyes.

The fiery, reckless passion that used to burn in his gaze had softened into a deep, tender ocean—a sea that held a lifetime's worth of love.

Bonnie suddenly let out a soft laugh. "Lawrence, are we getting old?"