Nevertheless, her voice sounded more gentle than usual as she answered the phone and said, âMark, must you call me every day?
Canât you leave me alone for a day?â
âYouâre drinking,â Mark said matter-of-factly.
âYes, I am.
So what? Canât I drink? Mark, do you still think Iâm that poor little Cecilia who used to look up to you and was so desperate to be with you? No, Iâm no longer who I used to be.
Iâm a different woman now.
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Mark stayed silent as she said all these.
When she was done speaking, he simply said, âSince you are drunk, Iâll come over to take care of Edwin.
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âHeâs asleep,â Cecilia told him.
But he didnât listen to her.
He just hung up.
Cecilia threw away her phone and leaned back on the sofa, lost in thought.
But all of a sudden, she saw a small figure in the darkness approaching her.
It looked delicate.
âEdwin?â Cecilia gasped in shock.
She quickly put down the glass in her hand because she didnât want him to see her drinking.
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But Edwin quietly knelt beside her and touched her head.
âMom, do you have a headache?â he asked in concern.
Cecilia felt sad to hear this question.
âI donât have a headache,â she said in a tearful and hoarse voice.
What she had was a failed marriage.
The man didnât even value them that much.
But it was not supposed to be a big deal.
After all, they still had each other, and things were much better now than they were many years ago.
At least, she could give Edwin the best quality of life and education he deserved.
They lived in a 260-square-meter duplex that was comfortable enough.
Nothing and no one else mattered.
But Edwin felt his mother was lying.
He believed she must have developed a headache after drinking.
So he ran into the bathroom and put a towel in hot water.
Then after squeezing out the water, he ran back and carefully placed the hot towel on Ceciliaâs forehead.
This made Cecilia feel much more comfortable.