He hadn't contacted me in a month, and now he was calling to question where Amelia had gone.
I tried to suppress my sorrow and comfort him, but he just kept crying.
I had no choice but to hang up and rush to the McDowell family's mansion.
When I arrived, I found a scene of a happy family.
Amelia was sitting in the spot that should have belonged to me, holding Michael and taking care of him tenderly. He was wiping away his tears, cradling a little orange cat in his arms, clearly enamored with it.
And Irvin was bending over to serve dishes, revealing a smile I hadn't seen in a long time.
Suddenly, I didn't feel like walking in. They looked like a real family, while I felt like an outsider.
"Mrs. McDowell?"
It was the housekeeper who spotted me, and instantly, all eyes turned towards me.
Mrs. Amy McDowell rolled her eyes, while Irvin and Amelia looked awkward.
I forced a casual smile, trying to appear unfazed. "Looks like I came at a bad time."
For a moment, no one spoke.
Suddenly, Michael, who was in Amelia's arms, pouted and shouted as he ran towards me.