âWhat about Matthew? Did you think about him while taking this decision?â Marcus asked curiously.
âI can take Matthew with me to Heron.
It wonât affect him very much,â she explained.
Marcus looked at her in silence for a moment.
Then he said with a sneer, âIt seems youâve already thought about it.
â
Melissa couldnât deny it.
She really had planned this before now.
Now, Marcusâ heart, which had softened in the middle of the night, became hardened again.
He lowered his head, lit a cigarette and took a slow and deep drag.
âOkay then.
Letâs see how far you can go,â he said in a tone of finality.
With that, he opened the door and started the car.
Clearly, he was not happy at all.
Two streams of exhaust gas streamed out of the rear of the car as the vehicle was revved harshly.
Melissa quickly took a few steps back, keeping enough distance between herself and the car.
Then almost immediately, it sped off.
When Melissa got into the house, it was very quiet and dark.
She sighed deeply and leaned against the door for a long time.
Early the next morning, at breakfast, Melissa tried talk to Julie, but Julie seemed to be absent-minded, which was quite rare.
Believing that she did not have a good sleep, Melissa didnât think much about her absentmindedness.
But just as Melissa was about to go to the company, the doorbell rang.
She thought it was Marcus again and she couldnât help but frown in displeasure.
But when the door was opened, the person she saw standing there was Julieâs son, Shawn Wilson.
Shawn had been a very irresponsible individual for the past two or three years.
He loved gambling, which led to him owing a lot of debts.
His wife and child had left him because they just couldnât cope with him anymore.
Julie often cried over that her son had turned out the way he did.
But Shawn never asked Melissa for help.
Instead, he always brought some delicious food for Matthew whenever he came by for a visit.
Maybe Matthew reminded him of his own child.
Melissa stepped aside, giving Shawn room to pass into the living room.
In his hand was a bag of fruit.
He bent over and changed his shoes.
Then he asked her, âMatthew is still sleeping?â
âYes.
â Melissa nodded in the affirmative.
âHeâs not up yet.
â
Then she looked at her watch and said, âIâll be taking the subway to work and I have to go now.
So, help yourself, Shawn.
â
âOkay then.
â Shawn nodded.
âHurry up though.
You know how difficult it is to get through the subway in the morning.
â
At this time, Julie slammed the bowl of dough on the table and snapped in a tone of displeasure, âWhy did you come here at this time of the day when you knew that Melissa would be going to work?â
Shawn scratched his head in embarrassment, not knowing what to say.