Carter’s eyes lit up at once. “Madam, are you really willing to be my mom?” Olivia was in a dilemma. Worried that North might get jealous, she replied hesitatingly, “Actually, it’s just a form of address. Regardless of whether you call me Mom or Madam, deep down inside, I’ll still treat you as if you’re my child.”
His eyes lost all their earlier sparkle as he stared at her. He stood there a little awkwardly as he answered dutifully, “Oh, I see. Thank you, Madam.”
He gave her a deep bow and explained, “It’s just that I see that all other children have moms, and I thought that you treat me especially well, like a mom. I’m sorry for getting the wrong idea.”
His eyes welled up with tears that glistened in the light. It was a pitiful sight. Olivia’s heart ached as if someone was squeezing it. She pulled Carter into her arms. “Why are you apologizing? You call me Mom because of the characters we play, but if you want me to be like a mom to you, you can call me Godmother!”
He seemed to be in disbelief as he tentatively tried to confirm what she had just said. “Is that true, Madam? Do you agree to be my mom?”
She stroked his head. “Yeah. Who wouldn’t want a bright and wonderful son like you?”
Although North might get jealous, he has a kind soul. I’m sure he’d agree as well once he finds out about this child’s suffering.
She would find the time to talk to North about this and introduce the two boys to each other.
Carter’s smile was so wide that it filled his entire face, but even so, he looked a little shy as he nestled closer to Olivia and called out a little timidly, “Godmother.”
She acknowledged him with a smile. “From now on, you’re my son. If anyone hurts you or mistreats you, come and tell me, and I’ll make them pay.”
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