Chapter 5 Found My Son

Amanda stared in shock at the boy who looked exactly like her three sons.

This was her eldest!

A searing pain gripped her chest, and she gasped sharply, her whole body weak as she looked at the boy in the corner—his big eyes lifeless and dull.

The butler had said… he couldn’t see.

She never dreamed she would find her son so soon.

The mix of joy and anguish surged through every fiber of her being.

In the soft morning light, tears streamed down her pained face like a broken dam.

“What are you doing here? Didn’t I tell you to get out?!”

Mark’s handsome little face was full of fury. After not eating for three days, his lips were cracked, and he looked extremely frail.

Amanda walked toward him step by step, suppressing her heartache as she gently tried to hold him.

The sudden embrace was light, but strangely warm.

Mark struggled a bit, then stopped.

He liked this feeling—it was warm, and she smelled nice.

“Baby, if you don’t eat, Daddy will worry… and Mommy will worry too.”

At the word Mommy, his expression grew colder, his emotions spiking as he shouted,

“I don’t have a mom! And my dad doesn’t want me anymore! So what’s the point of living?”

Tears silently rolled down Amanda’s face.

She tightened her hold on her son, her heart aching so badly she could hardly breathe.

Wiping her tears, she held her long-lost child close. At this moment, all the pain was worth it.

“You have a mother. Of course you do. She just… had no choice but to leave you.”

Mark froze.

He had a mother?

She left him because she had to?

It took a while for his emotions to settle.

Then, turning his head slightly, he asked in a cold voice, “Who are you?”

Amanda hesitated, unsure how to answer.

How could she explain to Mark… that she was his mother?

“Mark, I’m Amanda. Don’t worry, your dad will be okay. You’ll be okay too. Once you’re better… you’ll get to see your mom.”

That should give him a reason to hope.

Boom!

Something exploded in Mark’s mind.

He was stunned, his little face full of confusion and disbelief.

“Mommy”—that word was so foreign to his world.

And now someone was telling him… his mom might come back?

Amanda saw his small body tremble slightly.

Her heart ached even more.

“I don’t have a mom! She’s dead!”

Mark shouted angrily, like he was throwing a tantrum. He even pushed Amanda away.

She bit her lip.

She knew he’d be upset.

She also knew… he wouldn’t recognize her.

“Mark, how about I cook something delicious for you? Your dad’s going to get better. And your mom… she’s coming back. Trust me, okay?”

Her voice was soft, gentle.

Suddenly, Mark blurted,

“My dad… he’s really going to be okay?”

It was both a hope—and the reason he kept living.

“Mark, believe me. I’ll save him. I’ll wake him up within ten days. And within half a month, I’ll fix your eyes too.”

“But you have to trust me—and don’t tell anyone that I can do medicine, okay?”

“You really can heal my dad? And my eyes too?”

His voice trembled with emotion, eyes wide even though they saw nothing.

He was serious—desperate for hope.

His father had taken him to many doctors, but none could fix his eyes.

Amanda nodded solemnly, her throat tight with emotion.

“Mark, trust me. Wait here. I’ll go make you something delicious.”

This time, Mark didn’t refuse.

If his dad could live—then he couldn’t die.

He listened to the sound of her footsteps fading into the distance and hugged himself tightly.

Would Mommy really come back?

Did that woman just now… know where Mommy was?

He wanted to get better.

He wanted to find her.

And ask her—what was her reason for leaving?

The small boy curled up into a ball, sadness engulfing him.

Half an hour later, Amanda brought up the food she had prepared.

Just as she reached the door, she heard harsh, taunting voices from inside.

“Hey, blind kid—how’d that mud taste earlier?”

“Oh, that’s right. You’re blind, so even if we fed you mud, you wouldn’t know! Just stay hidden in this little wing and starve to death.”

“Heh, my dad said your dad’s dying anyway. Great-grandpa’s already picked out a new stepmom for you. Stepmonsters are scary. You’ll probably die too. Soon, the whole Schmidt family will belong to my dad!”

Bang!

Amanda kicked the door open.

Inside, three kids turned to look at her in shock and terror.