Chapter 5
Chris was collapsed.
“Such a big deal, why didn’t you tell me sooner!”
His assistant’s voice shrank in fear, hurriedly explaining, “Mr. Walker, you said not to report matters concerning Mrs. Walker and Mr. Oliver Walker to you.”
I heard that last sentence loud and clear!
It wasn’t a surprise, really. Aside from Chloe and Amanda, whether Oliver and I were happy or even alive, he didn’t
care.
Still, the pain was uncontrollable.
Why?
What terrible sin had Oliver and I committed to be tormented by him like this!
Chris, driven mad, ordered everyone to stop working.
He ran to the lemon tree, clutching the shattered urn, his cries heart–wrenching.
The pink ashes mixed with the moist, fine dirt into a clump.
It was impossible to pick up.
I wrested the urn from his hands.
He didn’t deserve to hold Oliver!
Chris, looking utterly lost, staggered towards me.
“Ashley, I’m sorry, I really didn’t know Oliver was…”
“Everything was fine before…”
Chris hadn’t visited Oliver in six months.
Actually, Oliver’s condition had been critical by the end of the year, but he had insisted on being discharged to spend Christmas at home, not wanting to worry Chris.
On Christmas day, with an IV in his hand, he sat beside me as I made cupcakes.
He secretly placed coins in a few cupcakes, making sure they weren’t mixed with the others.
He said they were for Chris, hoping he would find the coins and have a year full of happiness and health.
But Chris never came home that night.
Suppressing the bitter pangs in my heart, I forced a smile and reassured him, “Daddy is just busy with Christmas. preparations, honey. He’ll definitely be here for your surgery.”
Yet, on Christmas, he was setting off fireworks with Chloe and Amanda. The night of Oliver’s surgery, he was at Disney with Chloe and Amanda.