Chapter 151 A chill ran town my spine, ringing mineus bells in my mind, the tiness of Zoos mind eyes resembled pissed off Leoâs. He was unrecognizable when he elaborated on the story of our family drama.
âMy dad dil kumw this before, as mom used a stealth method in give birth Jane.
Now, she is a part of our lives.â
My heart forgot to beat as I listened to Zoeâs version of twisted reality, he did sugarcoat anything. The scene then changed, and we could see Zon with Janeâs bullies in the playgrmund, they were busy in a sefimis conversatio âMy Mom says we shouldnât talk about parents issars, Zoe, We arenât had kid For some reasDIL.. Alex was hesitant to raise Janeâs topic again. Zoo placed his fund on his shoulder, reasoning with him.
âYou took me wrong, Alex 1 am not asking you to go against your montâs word Itâs just that Jane should know the truth. She is living in the dark, so we have to her a favor.ââ
Zoe encouraged Alex to tell Jane that Leo wasnât willing to keep her as his own child, supporting his declaration with the legal proceedings. I was biting my lips nervously to hide my flaring anxiety, this revelation crept over me like some hungry beast, holding me captive. A menacing aura tightened its grip, paralyzing me in my chair, watching undeniable evidence of my son as the main investigator of Janeâs bullying qoaked the ground below my feet.
Jane exceed in both studies and games. She has won the drawing contest as well. But nobody loves her. She is lonely in this world.â
Zoeâs:
spiercing words were like molten lava, gradually pouring over me. I was nothing but a heap of black ashes until the end of that recording There were no words in any dictionary of the world that could precisely describe my distress. A powerful mixture of pain, shame, guilt, embarrassment, and remorse took the shape of a raging storm, wreaking have in my world.
The deafening stence engulfed the serenity of the room, leaving us speechless This would be the first case in preâschool that a brother was instigating bullying for her younger sister.
âThis is unbelievable Bright voiced his concerns, the principal expressed his pearls of wisdom, and even Mrs. Grant didnât glorify Zoeâs actions, calling them sins. But I couldnât hear anything after Miss Aliciaâs conclusion.
âYou can blame our school, but ultimately, itâs your family matter, Miss Laura Please solve it at home!TM Without wasting a second, I drove back home. Bright went to his office to give the some privacy. Jane was at Henryâs Palace as my brother was on the mission to spoil his niece with gifts and nice vacations, Janeâs therapist had added us to change the environment for a better outcome.
This bestâcase scenario provided me enough time for a heartâtoâheart conversation with Zoe. Although my mind was a mess, I wanted to hear my sonâs perspective. He deserved to explain his side of the story So, when I reached home, I went straight to his study. He was doing homewor there. I eyed his nanny to go out âHežo, Zoe!
How was your day?â
Call it my stupidity, but starting from pleasantries helped me to calm myselfradually shifted the topic to the current situation.
âI met your teacher today, Zoe. She has given me the names of Janeâs bullies.
Zoeâs face changed color for a moment, giving away his shock, he spoke shakily âThatâs good, mommy!
67.01 Chapter 151 Dad says had kids should be punished.â
From the day Zoe came to my Villa, he had a habit of inserting his dadâs name in every sentence, subtly hinting towards our promises of visiting him. But this wasnât the bone of contention now! I had to address the bullying issue, So, I tried to sound gentle to make him more comfortable, Kids could lie due to fear of judgement and punishment.
âMiss Alicia informed me that you insinuate bullying after social mediaâs trend Zoe.
Can you please tell mommy why you do this?â
Zoeâs eyes widened, transfixed with nulsed horent, he nervously moistened as dry lips.
âAm in trouble?â
His hips became slacked as his terror grew, draining blood from his slon. He grabbed the pencil tightly, although his hand was wringing with sweat. I raised my hand to caress his head, but he backed away, horrified at being touched.
Zoeâs reaction urged me to be kinder, so I uttered simple yet soothing words with a softer tone, used specifically for pets.
âNo, you arenât in trouble, Zoe. I wonât punish you or tell Jane. This conversation will be a secret between mommy and her beloved son...
I didnât know why, but my statement welled up Zoeâs eyes, he burst into tears at once.
am not your beloved son. You donât love me!â
âZoe!â
+gasped as he started screaming, crying profusely.
âMy first mom and dad abandoned me; they didnât acknowledge me as their son. Aunt Melody never loved me.
And you!
You only care for Jane. She is your daughter!â
In his sudden outburst, Zoe didnât let me speak; he opened his heart in front of me.
âJane has you, Uncle Bright, and Uncle Henry. You all gave her Christmas presents and new yearâs gifts.
You even throw a massive birthday party for her every year. She has a yearly book where every moment has been recorded since her birth.
If I am your son, then where is my yearly book, my presents, and my birthday parties?â
I couldnât help but shed tears like him, the emptiness of his desolate voice cat through my heart. The years of negligence, despair, and yearning for parental affection flowed out of Zoeâs glassy eyes in the form of tears.
He cried out, âJane has everything that I should have. Why donât I get anything good in my life?
This is unfair!