Chapter 17 Glimpse-2

Lena used all her strength to pretend casual and listened quietly. Sophia then shrugged her shoulders, and said, “Not that my boss is any better than his wife. He is … unique too. Last winter, I overheard his brother urge him to send the boy, Charlie, I think, to some doctor in LA. Apparently, the boy had some problems. I heard Samuel say he hadn’t spoken one word since he was born…”

Lena felt someone had just ripped open her throat. She couldn’t feel her breath anymore, and her head went dizzy, even Sophia’s voice became distant. She felt she was about to faint or explode, but she didn’t. Because she knew she had to stick here to listen to what they had done to her poor child.

Sophia didn’t notice that. She was too excited about the gossip she was about to share. Lena started to pinch her thighs under the table to keep herself from storming out or screaming, cursing those two flagitious bastards who stole her child. And she heard Sophia saying:

“But guess what? My boss refused,” the young secretary continued with disbelief in her tone, “Can you believe it? He refused to take his son to a doctor because the boy’s mom said the boy was Okay. The same mom who wouldn’t even look at the boy. And the same mom who parties with every male stripper in New York and does dr/ugs all the time. Half of the company had run into her fooling around with different men in different clubs. Someone even witnessed her get arrested by the police officer. But my boss just loves her. He will do literally anything to please her. He didn’t even get angry with her when she ruined one of the company’s most important meetings last Christmas. It’s like the biggest mystery of the century. Nobody can understand.”

Lena felt her heart was cut open by those words and all her strength was sucked out. But the abrupt pain and numbness actually helped her calm down and made her sober.

Both Vincent and Talia had already become history. She would never allow those two scumbags to disturb her life again. All she needed to do now was to get her poor child back. Expect that, nothing really matters.

She took a breath quietly to for/ce herself to wear that fake smile back, and then said, “That’s … new. She must be a really pretty woman.”

Sophia pouted in disagreement, “Who knows? I think she is…like 2 because she’s way too skinny and her temper. But I guess, men just like that type of woman.”

That remark cut another wound on Lena’s heart, but she decided to ignore it. She took another quiet breath to calm herself down, and then changed the subject, “Anyway, your boss’s son, the boy…what’s his name again? Charlie, is he fine now?” She then added an explanation, “Well, I am a child therapist. It’s my duty to help…different children.” It felt so hurtful to call her poor child “different”, even outrageous. Lena hated those two bastards even more.

Sophia shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t know. They stopped talking about the boy after the doctor thing. But I think he is fine. I mean, if there was something wrong with the boy, his brother, Samuel, would have shown up in the office and fought with him. They are weirdly close.” She knitted her brows when she said the last sentence.

Lena nodded her head and started to poke her salad again. She was dying to know more about her poor child, but it would make Sophia suspicious if she kept asking. Besides, the information she had just gotten about her son was way too heartbroken. She really needed to take a break to think about it.

She finished lunch with Sophia as usual, and then parted with the secretary at the fountain in the middle of the plaza. Instead of going back to her clinic, Lena stayed at the back of the fountain and waited until Sophia walked back to her workplace. She then walked around to the front of the fountain and then raised her head to look at this solid, prison-like tall building.

Burning anger and screaming despair were storming her head, urging her to walk inside that damn building, to find Vincent, to punch him in his face, to ask him to give her child back, but she knew she couldn’t.

She was this pathetic woman who didn’t even have parents, let alone wealth and power. Vincent could just call the security and throw her out of the building, even the country, and ban her from entering the United States forever. And if he found out there was Angela…Lena could never let Vincent find out about the existence of Angela. She knew that bastard would take the little girl away from her just like what he did to her son.

That’s why she had to be patient and careful. It was the only way to get her son back without hurting Angela.

She took another deep breath to keep herself calm, but tears wouldn’t listen to her. They rushed out of her eyes soundlessly like broken rivers. And Lena felt so regretful and stupid.

She would never forgive herself for letting Talia take away her son, and she hated herself for going out with Vincent.

Now looking back, she couldn’t even understand why she fell for that heartless monster in the first place, and she swore not to screw things up this time.

Before the conversation with Sophia today, all she wanted was to see her son again to make sure he was having a happy, healthy life. But since she had already found out they didn’t love her son, they didn’t even care about her poor child, then she would try everything she could to get her child back.

She took a deep breath, and then dried the tears with the back of her hand and slowly turned, preparing to go back to her office.

The next moment, her whole body froze when she saw the person standing to her right behind.

It was a tall man with short black hair and a pair of light brown eyes, with an extremely chiseled, handsome face that she was familiar with, and in a dark blue suit that she wasn’t familiar with.

She stared at that strange but also familiar face motionlessly, thought she was hallucinating, and almost forgot to breathe.

The next moment, the man curled his perfectly chiseled lips into a cold, cruel, and almost contemptuous smile, and then turned, unconcernedly walked away from her….

Lena stood there like a frozen statue and slowly clenched her fists.

It was her bastard, old lover, Vincent.

He had just found her and ….

He had just mocked her….