She hurriedly said, âOf course, itâs okay if youâre not free. I⦠Iâll go by myself. I always go by myself anyway.â
He said, âIâm free. I can go with you. I was only thinking about what Iâd need to take with me if Iâm going to pay my respects.â
She breathed a sigh of relief. âYou donât have to bring anything. Iâll prepare the incense sticks, candles, and food. You only have to show up.â
With that said, she lowered her head and continued eating.
Watching her lower her head, he felt pity rising in his heart. Speaking of which, he was an indifferent man. He seldom pitied others.
However, he wanted to protect the woman, or at least ensure she did not get hurt.
Martin Weiss soon arranged the accommodation and asked Kyla to move there. As Martin Weiss put it, they should go out since they were pretending to be a loving couple in front of the reporters.
Kyla had also talked with her mother, but Mrs. Corbyn said, âTake Nelson and Trista with you. Iâll stay in the store instead.â
âThat wonât do.â Kyla disagreed.
âWhy not? We still have to run the store. Besides, I wonât get used to it if I move in with you and Martin Weiss. You two are only faking it anyway. Itâll bother me if there are reporters secretly taking photos. Iâd better stay in the store,â said Mrs. Corbyn.
Kyla bit her lip and said nothing else in the end.
She understood her motherâs concerns and awkwardness. She and Martin Weiss were moving in not because of love but to put on a show.
It was a marriage that would end sooner or later. It would only feel more awkward if her mother moved in and had to face Martin Weiss all the time.
âThen call me every night before you go to bed, or Iâll worry,â said Kyla.
âOkay, got it,â said Mrs. Corbyn as she looked at her daughter pitifully. âWhat about you moving in with Martin Weissâ¦â
Kyla consoled her mother, saying, âItâs not my first time anyway. Didnât I move in with him for a while before? Itâll be over in a year or so anyway. Iâll send Nelson to school during the day and bring Trista to look after the shop with you. Iâll take the two children home with me after Nelson comes back from school.â
âOkay, do whatever is convenient for you,â said Mrs. Corbyn.
Kyla began moving the next day.
Though she was moving, she only brought some clothes and shoes she usually wore and the kidsâ
items. Martin Weiss had already prepared the daily necessities.
After Nelson Corbyn finished school in the afternoon, Kyla took the two children and went to the place Martin Weiss had prepared.
Martin Weissâs men came to pick them up.
With her daughter in her arms and her son beside her, Kyla walked into the mansion Martin Weiss had bought in Emerald City.
Martin Weiss looked at the mother and children standing before him in the huge mansion. âAre you sure you donât need a nanny to look after Trista?â
âNo thanks. I can manage on my own,â said Kyla.
âOkay, itâs your choice,â Martin Weiss answered indifferently.
Nelson Corbyn had been silent. He knew about his parentsâ deal. He knew his parents were only pretending to be a loving couple and that they would divorce in the future.
He did not hate his father anymore, but he would choose his mother if he had to choose between his parents. He had to protect his mother!