The implication was that it didn't matter if he wet the bed.
Derek chuckled.
Easton was so upset, feeling that his image was completely destroyed by his father. He pouted and sulked.
He had planned to send flowers in the morning and ask Nora out in the afternoon. They could go shopping, eat and watch movies together. He had been longing to watch Part II Deformation Machine which came out recently. And then they could have dinner together in the evening.
Now that all his plan was in vain, the little guy decided not to talk to his father for at least a week.
Derek didn't know that his son held a grudge against him. Even if he knew, he wouldn't take it seriously.
It was a cold night.
Derek was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and his brows frowned. Obviously, he was not sleeping well.
He slowly opened his eyes. His head ached so much. It was already bright outside. When he walked downstairs, only to find there was no one at home. Suddenly, a familiar laughter came in from outside.
Was this voice from Meredith?
Derek's heart thumped violently and he ran out. On the lawn of the big garden, Meredith was wearing a white dress with a smile. Looking at her, Derek couldn't tear himself away from her.
Suddenly, Meredith looked at him and waved, "Derek, come here."
Of course, he wouldn't refuse. He ran over with a smile, but before he got close, another voice came from behind him.
"Dad."
Derek paused and turned his head. It was his son.
Easton looked at him with a smile. The person standing next to him... It was Nora, who was holding his son's hands, and smiled at him.
"Dad, where are you going? Mom and I are here."
He was stunned and suddenly looked at the garden. Meredith was still there, waving at him with a bright smile. "Derek, come here."
"Dad, where are you going?" His son on the other side was shouting at him.
Derek's mind was in a mess. He looked at both sides, at a loss to choose which direction to go. His wife was Meredith, but...
"Honey, why are you in a daze? Come in." Nora smiled sweetly and waved at him.
"Derek, come out and have fun with me."
"Dad, where are you going?"
Their voices rang out one after another, echoing in his ear. Derek frowned and his head suddenly ached.
He shouted irritably, "Shut up."
The voices around him suddenly disappeared. He looked at both sides in a daze. There was no one. He ran out in a panic and ran into the garden.
Meredith, who had been here just now, was nowhere to be seen. Everything seemed to be an illusion.
"Meredith."
He yelled, opened his eyes and sat up. He panted heavily, and his forehead was covered in sweat. Looking at his familiar room, out the dark window, he realized that it was just a dream.
Derek turned on the light and leaned against the bed, frightened and uncertain. After a long while, a dark light flashed through his sharp eyes as if he had made a decision.
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