Chapter 5

After all, I had done far more in my last marriage.

But when I got divorced, I was so broke I could not even afford a motel.

During the day, I looked after my ex-husband’s sister’s child.

At night, I cooked for my ex-husband.

After satisfying his physical needs, I still had to get up in the middle of the night to clean the house.

Even so, when we divorced, the Reed family said I had enjoyed three years of good life.

"Mr. Blackwell, you’re giving me too much."

"I really like Leo. He may seem cold on the outside, but he is warm inside. He is very kind."

"I only read him a story. It was nothing difficult."

As I spoke, I suddenly felt something small and warm grab my right hand.

I looked down and saw Leo holding my hand, looking up at me.

His little face was serious, but his dark, grape-like eyes were watery.

I did not expect him to be moved so easily.

Adrian said, "The women who came before only cared about pleasing me. They ignored Leo’s feelings."

"The extra ten thousand dollars is decided."

Since I could not refuse, I could only thank him.

From that day on, Leo became inseparable from me.

Until one day, I needed to go to the hospital for a checkup and get my medicine.

Butler Whitman had told me that Leo could not leave the estate gates, or he might easily have a stress reaction.

So I discussed it with him and asked him to wait for me at home.

I promised I would come back as soon as possible.

But Leo held my hand and refused to let go.

He said nothing.

He only looked at me with those beautiful, gloomy eyes.

I was about to keep coaxing him to stay home obediently.

But he had already climbed into the car first.

Butler Whitman asked anxiously, " Leo, are you going to the hospital with Miss Nora?"

Leo nodded silently.

Butler Whitman instantly burst into tears.

"God bless us! Leo is actually willing to leave the house!"

In the end, Leo came with me to see the doctor.

The doctor said my depression had improved recently and encouraged me to keep staying positive and relaxed.

Before I left, he prescribed me a pile of medicine.

After we came out of the consultation room, Leo asked worriedly, "Nora, are you sick? Does it hurt?"

His face was full of worry.

"If it hurts, I can give you candy."

As he spoke, he took a piece of chocolate from his pocket and placed it in my palm.

"If you eat candy, you can forget the pain. Daddy told me that."

Looking at his innocent, concerned little face, my tears fell without warning.

I had once told my ex-husband Ethan that I had depression.

But he said I was pretending to be depressed for sympathy.

He said I was deliberately annoying him and causing him trouble.

Yet this cold-faced little boy was willing to take out his favorite candy to comfort me.

I could not hold back anymore.

I pulled Leo into my arms.

He quietly curled up in my embrace and even patted my back with his chubby little hand.

"Nora, I will eat properly. When I grow up, I can protect you."

I laughed through my tears.

"Then you’d better grow up quickly."