Just because they had "lived badly," I was expected to surrender every opportunity that rightfully belonged to me and my son?
Fortunately, I no longer cared. As long as he fulfilled his duty as a father and secured a bone marrow match for Carter, nothing else mattered.
"Okay," I said, feigning compliance.
Yet memories intruded unbidden. When the factory was just starting out, Justin had been desperate to go to New York to study new technology but had no funds.
I was the one who had scraped together every penny, borrowing from everyone I knew, just to give him that chance.
Back then, his eyes had been red with gratitude. "To have a wife like you... what more could a husband ask for?" His voice had trembled. "When the factory grows, I promise I'll take you to see the bustling streets of New York myself."
The factory grew. It became massive. He never mentioned that promise again.
Now, it didn't matter anymore.
Seven days passed in a blur.
I went to the school gate to pick up my son. From a distance, I spotted two figures standing out from the crowd. Brooklyn was preening in a fashionable coat bought in New York, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Justin.