She only hoped he could treat Nelson kindly!
After taking a few pictures, the little one said, âMommy, come take pictures with Daddy and me too!
Can we, Daddy?â
The little one looked up at Martin Weiss expectantly.
Martin Weiss was about to say yes, but Kyla Corbyn spoke first, âOur photos will be taken automatically when weâre on the rides in this amusement park. Iâll take those photos out for you when we get home, okay?â
The little one immediately nodded excitedly and did not bring up the topic again.
Kyla Corbyn breathed a sigh of relief. She just discovered that the amusement park had such a function, and it saved her from having to force herself to take pictures with Martin Weiss.
Even though it was her sonâs wish, it was a torment to her.
Martin Weissâs expression sank. âDoes this woman not want to take pictures with me?
âI should be the one to not want it. How dare this woman⦠However, Kyla Corbyn did not even glance at him. She just talked to her son with her head down. The adult and the child kept pointing at the landscape outside through the Ferris wheelâs glass window.
He suddenly had the feeling that she was treating him like air.
At noon, the three found a restaurant in the amusement park and sat down. Kyla Corbyn stopped eating after just having a little of the food.
âWhy did you stop eating?â he asked when he saw that she had stopped eating.
âIâm full,â she said lightly.
His brows could not help furrowing. âShe hardly ate a few mouthfuls and sheâs already full?â
The little one requested to go to the restaurantâs playground after finishing lunch.
Kyla Corbyn nodded, and the little one immediately ran toward the playground excitedly.
As the restaurantâs playground area was not far from where they were sitting, Kyla Corbyn did not follow him. Instead, she sat in her seat and watched her son who had gone over to play with other children.
After all, children had to learn to be independent. She could not be there for him forever.
She did not even have much time left to accompany him!
Kyla Corbyn asked the waiter for a glass of water and took out the pill organizer from her bag. There were eight pills in the organizer, each of a different shape and color. She began to take them one by one.
Martin Weiss frowned even more at this sight. âWhy do you need to take so many medications? Whatâs wrong with you?â
Kyla Corbyn swallowed the pills with the water. âI donât need to tell you whatâs wrong with me, do I?â
His face darkened, and he suddenly grabbed her hand that was holding the pills. He asked sternly, âWhatâs wrong with you? Why are you taking so many pills?â
A bad feeling suddenly surged in his heart, and the way she had turned pale in pain the few times before recurred to him.
She would not have to take so many medications at once if it was just an ordinary illness!
âMartin Weiss, what is this? Are you concerned about me?
Arenât you supposed to hate me to the death? Why do you care whatâs wrong with me?â she sneered and said.
Martin Weissâs face darkened. âDonât flatter yourself. I just donât want you to die in front of me and irritate my eyes. If youâre going to die one day, die somewhere I canât see you!â
With that, he violently shook her hand away as if it was filthy.