âEven if your wife isnât the best, she still bore your children. Never mind that you canât be grateful for that, imprisoned her? Get lost! Iâm not driving you anymore.â
Bradley got out of the car.
but you The driver did not even take the fare and just left without a word. He even shared the news of Bradleyâs intention to appeal the divorce on the taxi driversâ radio channel.
Bradley had never been angered like this before. How dare a mere driver mock him like that?
He sat at the bus stop, watching the bustling morning crowd.
A couple selling breakfast was busy behind the bus stop. Whenever they had a break, the man made sure the woman sat down to rest.
Across the street, a young couple held hands with their young daughter.
Suddenly, Bradley remembered that he and Esther had done the same thing with Felix. His gaze involuntarily softened as he watched the family of three disappear around the corner.
âMister.â A little girl with two braids approached Bradley. Her eyes were like the purest pieces of glass in the world. âPlease have some candy.â
The adorable little girl handed Bradley a lollipop and said, âMommy says, if life is too bitter, you can add some sugar!â
Seeing that Bradley did not open the wrapper, the girl asked curiously, âYou donât like mango flavor? I also have orange, strawberry, and watermelon flavors, Mister.â
Bradley looked at the pink rabbit-shaped lollipop in his hand and said softly, âThank you, I really like it.
Little one, do you have any wishes?â
The little girl looked at her mother not far away, then whispered next to Bradleyâs ear, âI hope Mommy and I can have our own home.â
âSweetheart, the bus is here,â the little girlâs mother called out.
The little girl sweetly replied, âYour sweetheartâs coming, Mommy!â
The little girl dashed into the arms of a young woman a short distance away. Before she got on the bus, she waved at Bradley, â Goodbye, Mister!â
Bradley clutched the lollipop, his face expressing wordless sorrow. He sat at the bus stop, undoubtedly good-looking but radiating a sense of loneliness as if the world had turned its back on him.
He could not help but think about his missing daughter. What if he had not been so conceited and heartless back then? Would their daughters have grown up like this?
An agonizing pain spread through Bradleyâs heart. It felt as if invisible hands were tightly gripping his heart, tearing it into countless pieces.
The pain from his heart spread to his brain, and a sharp ringing pierced his mind, causing a throbbing headache as if a heavy object had hit his head.
A car horn sounded, and a Bentley pulled up in front of the bus stop where Bradley was.
âMr. Warner, please get in the car. We canât park here for too longâ¦â
As Bradley stood up, his vision went black, and a metallic taste surged in his throat. He coughed up blood and collapsedâ¦.