We Want Mommy Not You Daddy (Cedar) novel Chapter 148

Chapter 148

“Thank you for coming to my grandmother’s birthday celebration, Ms. Wright,” Aiden’s voice broke the silence in the car. His eyes fixed straight ahead, as if contemplating something important.

“I was happy to be invited,” I replied, turning to him and trying to

keep my tone gentle.

Aiden nodded, finally shifting his gaze toward me. In the glow of the

streetlights, I could see a depth in his eyes uncommon for children

his age.

“I’d like to ask for your help,” he paused, seeming to carefully choose

his words. “About Aria.”

“What is it?”

“I can tell she likes you and depends on you,” Aiden’s voice softened, carrying the concern of an older brother.

A wave of tenderness washed over me as I recalled Aria’s bright eyes

tinged with a hint of sadness.

“Thank you for today. Would you… could you help her? Just be there

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for her while she heals?” The responsibility in his voice broke my

heart–no kid should sound like that.

“Absolutely,” I didn’t even have to think about it. “That little angel has

already stolen my heart. She deserves to smile without shadows, you

know?”

The car gradually came to a stop in front of my apartment building.

Henderson got out to open the door for me, and the night breeze

gently caressed my face.

“Thank you for accompanying me home. Good night, Aiden,” I said to

him.

He nodded. “Good night, Ms. Wright.”

Standing on the sidewalk, I watched the black car slowly drive away

until its taillights disappeared into the night. Taking a deep breath, I turned to retrieve my keys when the sound of another engine caught

my attention.

A familiar car pulled up alongside the curb. The door flung open, Oliver ran out like a gust of wind.

“Mommy!” he called out. “I’m back!”

and

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I crouched down to catch Oliver as he threw himself at me, his

warmth instantly dispelling the coolness of the evening.

“How was the party? Are you okay, Mommy?” Oliver asked, blinking

his big eyes, which seemed to carry a hint of worry.

The question caught me off guard. Oliver had left in such a hurry this

morning that I hadn’t even had the chance to tell him I was going to

Aiden’s grandmother’s birthday celebration. In fact, I’d been worried

all day that I might get home later than him and cause him concern.

“Oliver,” I asked softly, “how did you know I went to a party? And why

are you so worried about me?”

Oliver’s expression suddenly became unnatural. His eyes darted

around, and his small hands fidgeted with the hem of his shirt,

obviously flustered.

“I… I guessed!” he stammered. “Because… because you’re dressed so

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