I slumped helplessly onto the sofa, holding Leo tightly in my arms. He leaned obediently against my shoulder, his little hand gently patting my back, as if comforting me. Throughout the entire banquet, from beginning to end, Liam never returned once, as if my son and I didn't exist. My heart was filled with despair; I knew he would never think of us again, and I completely gave up on my last shred of hope.
I wiped away my tears, picked up Leo, and got up, ready to quietly leave this suffocating place. But just as we reached the door of the lounge, Vanessa, holding Zeke's hand, blocked our way. She wore a gentle smile, but her eyes were venomous and full of provocation.
"Sister Clara, it must be hard to bear being abandoned by your husband, right?" She deliberately raised her voice, her tone full of sarcasm. "Look at this silly son in your arms, dull and lifeless, covered in mud. How can he compare to our Zeke, who is clever, lively, and lovable?"