She took the two children to the fast food restaurant. But Meredith was unable to immerse herself into the happy atmosphere even though she was with these cute children.
Whenever she thought of Derek's expression today and the words he said to her, she felt heartbroken.
After all, he was the person she had loved so deeply...
Perhaps, even now, her feelings for him had not changed.
...
After having dinner, Meredith brought them home. After a while, the private investigator she found sent her a file.
It was information about Fiona's mother.
The woman's name was Lydia. Meredith looked at the photo and saw that she was indeed a very beautiful woman. Her appearance was no worse than those celebrity models she had seen before.
Now, she had been married to a rich family, and had a pigeon pair. She led the life that everyone would envy.
Meredith frowned.
She was not sure if this woman would take her daughter away.
The reason why she was so anxious to find this woman was that Meredith was afraid that they would find her again. If only she stood out and cope with it, those people would not have given up.
"Forget it, I'll just ask her about it."
Meredith took out her cell phone and wrote down the number. Perhaps there was something unknown about the woman leaving her daughter.
Meredith didn't call her directly but sent a message. "Your daughter is abused by her family now. If you want to pick her up, please contact me."
After sending the message, Meredith put the matter aside for the time being. If Lydia didn't reply to her in two days, she would go to find her.
After doing this, Meredith was free, but when she had nothing to do, she would think of Derek.
Meredith couldn't help scratching her hair and trying to get those scenes out of her mind, but she couldn't make it.
In the end, she had no choice but to take out the paper and pen and start drawing the design.
These days, she had been running around looking for Fiona's mother and hadn't painted for a long time. She didn't know if her drawing ability had declined.
Immersed herself in the drawing, Meredith gradually calmed down...
...
The next day.
Meredith opened her eyes and realized that she had fallen asleep on the desk. She had been working non-stop last night, trying to get rid of all the sad things in her head. Unexpectedly, she was so tired that she fell asleep here.
Meredith smiled bitterly and looked at the designs on the table. Every one of them was filled with depression and sadness. The colors she used were not as bright and cheerful as her previous designs. Instead, they were all cold colors, looking very desert and impersonal.
Meredith looked down and put away the drawing paper. It seemed that she was really not in the mood for drawing.
Someone once said that the best part of her design was that it was full of human feelings and emotions, but now, there was nothing of them in her drawing.
Looking at the time, she realized that it was time for Easton to go to school. Meredith sighed and got up to wake them up.
After Easton was woken up, he looked sleepy. "Mom, what's wrong with you? Why do you call me up so early?"
"What's wrong? You're going to school." Meredith thought Easton didn't want to go to school again and couldn't help but get serious.
"But today is Saturday..." Easton looked helpless.
Meredith froze and looked at the calendar on the wall. Oh, it was indeed Saturday. She was out of her mind that she forgot the days of the week.
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