Delivering My Son's Ashes to His Father's Party - Chapter 12: Chapter 12
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Olivia's voice trembled with humility during our phone call, and by the end, she was choking back tears.
I stayed silent for a beat before responding calmly, "Okay."
"Really? Thank you!"
Joyful sobs burst from her. After making sure I'd actually come, she thanked me over and over before hanging up.
Honestly, I never expected Tyler to deteriorate this badly in just six months.
When I left him, I wanted him to drown in guilt forever—but I hadn't realized how destructive that guilt could be.
After packing up, I said goodbye to the kids and the director at the welfare home, then set off to see Tyler.
I wasn't going because I missed him or pitied him.
I just needed to close that ###Chapter of my life for good.
Returning to Ford Villa stirred complicated emotions.
Last time I was here, the entire Ford family had treated me like a disease to avoid.
Now, Olivia stood at the entrance, waiting anxiously.
The moment she spotted me, she hobbled forward on her crutches.
Six months had aged her—her movements were shakier, her steps more uncertain.
Tears welled in her eyes as she reached me. "Wendy, thank you for coming."
I offered a polite smile but stayed silent.
Inside, the first person I saw was Joanna, sitting in the yard playing with mud, giggling mindlessly.
Olivia sighed. "After you left, Tyler cut her off completely. The shock... broke her. I couldn't leave her with nowhere to go."
"Oh," I said flatly.
I didn't spare Joanna another glance.
Olivia led me to Tyler's room.
Half a year had hollowed him out—his once-full face was gaunt, cheekbones jutting sharply over sunken eyes. His lips were bloodless, his entire body frail beneath a heavy quilt despite the summer heat.
"Tyler, Wendy's here," Olivia murmured.
His eyelids fluttered open. When he saw me, his red-rimmed eyes glistened.
"I thought... I'd never see you again," he rasped, his voice barely audible.
I stayed silent for a beat before responding calmly, "Okay."
"Really? Thank you!"
Joyful sobs burst from her. After making sure I'd actually come, she thanked me over and over before hanging up.
Honestly, I never expected Tyler to deteriorate this badly in just six months.
When I left him, I wanted him to drown in guilt forever—but I hadn't realized how destructive that guilt could be.
After packing up, I said goodbye to the kids and the director at the welfare home, then set off to see Tyler.
I wasn't going because I missed him or pitied him.
I just needed to close that ###Chapter of my life for good.
Returning to Ford Villa stirred complicated emotions.
Last time I was here, the entire Ford family had treated me like a disease to avoid.
Now, Olivia stood at the entrance, waiting anxiously.
The moment she spotted me, she hobbled forward on her crutches.
Six months had aged her—her movements were shakier, her steps more uncertain.
Tears welled in her eyes as she reached me. "Wendy, thank you for coming."
I offered a polite smile but stayed silent.
Inside, the first person I saw was Joanna, sitting in the yard playing with mud, giggling mindlessly.
Olivia sighed. "After you left, Tyler cut her off completely. The shock... broke her. I couldn't leave her with nowhere to go."
"Oh," I said flatly.
I didn't spare Joanna another glance.
Olivia led me to Tyler's room.
Half a year had hollowed him out—his once-full face was gaunt, cheekbones jutting sharply over sunken eyes. His lips were bloodless, his entire body frail beneath a heavy quilt despite the summer heat.
"Tyler, Wendy's here," Olivia murmured.
His eyelids fluttered open. When he saw me, his red-rimmed eyes glistened.
"I thought... I'd never see you again," he rasped, his voice barely audible.
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