Randle slid from my grasp and walked. Randall had his back to us and was not facing us. His hair is brown and long. I’m not sure I’m prepared to confront him. Every time I think he’s in front of me, I feel like I’m going to pass out.
“Daddy!”
Randle screamed as he went towards Randall, who was facing us. When Randall heard the child’s voice, his eyes widened. No. How did Randle discover? I could tell Randle was brilliant even though he was young, but I never imagined his mental capacity would reach this level. Because I didn’t want Randall to ask who it was, I never showed him his father’s pictures.
When Randle tripped, Randall sprang to his feet to catch my son. His hair, which reached his shoulders, hid his face. He had a completely different appearance. He’s grown up. How did Randle learn about him? Where did he see Randall?
I also approached Randle swiftly to calm him down. I snatched him from Randall’s grip and attempted to hide what he’d said earlier. No. I’m not going to tell him Randall is his biological father. I will not let Randall have my son, no matter how badly I want to be with him. Randle was making me too worried. Even though I realized my son’s conclusion was final, I tried to persuade him otherwise.
“R-Randle … baby? What are you saying?” I stood up and lifted him, but he was trying to get down on my hands. No. It can’t be. He was still crying and kept coming to Randall. Randall picked him up right away, which I was anxious about. My son hugged him tightly.
“This is a friend of your mom’s. He is not your dad.” I tried to take him to Randall again, but Randall took him away. What he did make my eyes widen. Immediately, a slew of questions flooded my mind. How is he able to do this to me? Randle was a name he didn’t even know!
“Randall!!! Get back my child to me! “My voice was audible across his office. I didn’t take the time to express what I knew he believed. “Don’t be deluded! Our child has been deceased for a long time, as you are aware!” I observed the intensity of his holding on Randle’s loosen because of what I said.
“You’re simply proving that my decision to leave you was the right one.” I turned around as Randle’s pleas for his father got louder. I left the divorce paperwork in Turkey before flying to Spain. I’m sure he signed it already. It would be hard for him not to sign it over time.
I didn’t take my luggage with me when I got to the cab. Randle’s milk and bottles were still there. Randle turned to me with his eyes bulging when we were inside the taxi. Even though he was tired, I tried to question him, knowing full well that he wouldn’t be able to answer me with a clear response.
“Randle. Why did you say he is your daddy?” I wiped his face with moist tissue because the dried tears were visible on his cheeks.
“Mama … sleep … cry … phone.” After he said that, he put his chin on my shoulder and he was ready to sleep. I process what he says until I remember what happened. Sleep. Cry. Phone. Those words stuck in my mind.
Now that I think about it before we went to Turkey. As I was folding the clothing we were going to carry and holding my phone, I had a nervous breakdown. Because I was sobbing while looking at Randall’s image, I fell asleep to that. I had no idea he had seen me. I held him hard because he was astute, and he had the same mind as Randall. All I’m hoping for is that I should’ve had a breakdown.
The driver dropped us off at our house – the mansion. But not in my parents’ mansion, but Randall and I’s mansion. I didn’t notice that this was the place I told the driver. I would have called him however he left. Fortunately, I had my wallet with me earlier, so I didn’t have a problem with money. When I looked at the house, it was already too much grass. When I looked at the gate, I saw it was not locked, so I opened it and entered.
I didn’t make a mistake, and the grass was so big that it looked like it hadn’t been cleaned for a long time. When I was about to open the front door, it was locked. I tried to push it again, but because I didn’t want Randle to wake up, I went to the other door. When I turned the doorknob, I was thankful that it wasn’t locked.
The smell of dust immediately covered my nose. I covered Randle’s nose because he might sniff it. Just step on the tiles floor and you immediately see that no one has lived here for a long time. Has Randall abandoned it?
Suddenly, my eyes wandered to the second floor. Even though I didn’t want to go in there because of terrible memories, I still did. As soon as I stepped on the stairs, thousands of memories immediately rushed to my brain. How Charlotte pushed me – how I caught them. I still haven’t heard Randall’s explanation until now.
When I open our room. Suddenly my tears flowed non -stop because of the portrait hanging on our wall.