Chapter 4

After leaving the pack, I had no idea where to go. I had no other family members left.

Just as my grandmother had feared, I became a lone wolf. However, it did not seem so bad. I did not feel lonely or scared. I was fine alone.

Since I had no idea where to go, I stopped pondering it.

I randomly found a hotel to stay in, watched TV, doomscrolled on my phone, ate, and slept every day. I did not have to get up early to make breakfast for James, worry about Lilian suddenly calling to scold me, or spend all day studying parenting knowledge but not being able to apply it.

I could lie in bed all day and think of nothing.

One day, while bored, I turned on the TV and happened to see a movie filmed in the South. The scenery there was incredibly beautiful. I immediately booked a flight to go to the south the next day.

While waiting to depart at the airport, I received a call from the Black family's housekeeper.

He said, "Emma, ​​I'll bring Mr. Timmy over later. Please wait at home."

I then realized it was Sunday again. I had spent the entire week in the hotel! However, it seemed like nobody knew I had been away from home for a week.

Hearing my flight number called over the intercom, I hurriedly said, "No need to bring him over. I'm not home."

With that, I hung up.

Just as I boarded the plane, the phone rang again.

As soon as I answered, Timmy's childish but angry voice came through. "Naughty mommy! If you don't want to see me, then I don't want you anymore! Daddy said you're naughty, so he doesn't want you either. Neither of us wants you anymore!"

After saying his piece, he hung up. I was stunned for a long time before finally smiling helplessly.

For the past few years, I had forced myself to stay in the Black family's territory because I could not bear to part with Timmy.

To see my pup, I humbled myself before James, carefully trying to please him. The slightest frown from him sent shivers down my spine. I feared he would not let me see Timmy.

Like all self-deceiving mothers, I tried to maintain a facade for my pup. The self-pity was quite laughable because it was apparent that my pup did not need it.

Timmy lived at Lilian's old house, so we only met once a week. Even with all my efforts to coax and spend time with him, I could not help but feel his growing distance from me.

Our weekly Sunday meetings were just a chore for him. By afternoon, he was already making a fuss to go home. I had to accept that Timmy did not seem to need me. He did not like me either. Hence, I would do as he wished and stop bothering him.