Chapter 56.When Ajax said he was making longevity noodles, I felt something clench in my chest.At first, I thought he was just hungry. Maybe a late-night craving, maybe a habit I hadn’t noticed before. But when he said those words—“We usually celebrate by eating longevity noodles”—something in the way he looked at the pot of boiling water, at the vegetables in his hands, told me this wasn’t about food. Not really.It was about memory. About ritual. About something that connected him, however faintly, to a family he no longer had.Although there wasn't much said about Ajax in the novel, it was a fact that he had lost his parents at a young age. He had only
Chapter 55It was warm yet I froze.Those few words from Dylan—"Mommy, I gave you lots of kisses. Don't hurt anymore"—completely blindsided me. My chest tightened, caught somewhere between laughter and tears.It took me a moment to catch up and understand what he meant.Of course. He was talking about childbirth. About the pain of bringing a little life into the world.Even though I had never experienced it myself, just using my toes to think—let alone my brain—I knew it had to hurt like hell. In modern times, we had c-sections and epidurals and all sorts of ways to dull the agony, but that didn’t mean it stopped there. A surgical cut through your abdomen and uterus might spare you in the moment, but the aftermath lingered—stitches, soreness, healing flesh. Months of tenderness. Maybe even years.And for the women who gave birth naturally… The pain of labor itself was legendary. A ten out of ten on the pain scale. No, some said it broke the scale entirely.I remembered how one of my
Chapter 54.Since their little family of three had dinner out that evening, Gwyneth gave Susan, the housekeeper half a day off. Though the aunty wasn’t originally from this city, her son and daughter-in-law worked nearby and had purchased a modest home in the area. With the unexpected break, she chose to spend the night at their place and wouldn’t return to the villa until the following morning.When they came home, Ajax noticed Gwyneth looked tired, so he volunteered to handle Dylan’s bath.Bathing their chubby son was practically a workout. The moment Dylan touched water, he transformed into a spirited little dolphin, splashing and squealing. He refused to leave the bathtub for at least half an hour.
Chapter 53.Dylan couldn’t have known it was Ajax’s birthday. That ruled out him as the source. And honestly, there weren’t many people left who still remembered the date. Most of the friends who used to celebrate it with him were now busy with their own lives—juggling families, careers, and the endless responsibilities of adulthood.Even if they hadn’t forgotten, they definitely didn’t interact with Gwyneth enough to have passed on the information. So how had she found out?As if sensing his unspoken question, Gwyneth calmly explained, “When I was looking through some documents earlier today, I happened to come across
Chapter 52.Dylan’s behavior stirred something in me—a memory I hadn’t touched in years. I used to be like that too, back when I was his age. Whenever my parents visited my grandparents’ house, I would cling to my mom’s hand and drag her around proudly, showing her off to anyone who’d look. She never asked me why I did it. And unlike Dylan, I never said why. I just… wanted to.Looking back now, I realized that had been a missed opportunity. Maybe if I had spoken up—if I had told her what I felt—she might’ve understood me a little better. Maybe it wouldn’t have changed anything. But maybe it could’ve. Who knows?Do parents and children always miss the right timing?When we want to be heard, our parents are often too busy to listen. And by the time they’re ready to listen, we’ve already learned to stay quiet, to keep things to ourselves.I crouched down and wrapped my arms around my soft, chubby little boy. “En, Dylan is Mom’s good child,” I said, my voice full of warmth.He hugged me r
Chapter 51.No, it hadn’t always been like this.Miranda stood frozen, heart pounding beneath the calm mask she fought to maintain. On the surface, she still looked composed—chin lifted, shoulders back—but inside, she was in complete disarray. When had Ajax started treating her so coldly? She couldn’t remember. There had been a time when she could make him smile faintly with a casual remark, when her presence wasn’t met with this wall of indifference.Had everything changed when she bypassed Assistant Jean to deliver the financial reports directly?Miranda didn’t know. All she knew was that the distance between them had grown into an impassable chasm. And right now, she had no idea how to cross it.Caught off guard and wounded, her voice slipped out before she could stop it—soft, aggrieved, and trembling. “Big Brother Ajax…”But Ajax didn’t even look at her. His eyes remained on his screen, expression unchanged. “You can go.”A sharp ache pierced Miranda’s chest. Just then, a knock o