The Day I Left, My Son Emptied His Piggy Bank for Me to Go
Language: en
On the day I was packing to leave the Sterling house, Julian leaned against the doorframe. He watched me gather my things, a half-smile playing on his lips: "What?" "Realized that having a kid didn't force me to marry you?" "So now you think he's useless, and you're not even planning on taking him with you?" Before I could even open my mouth to respond. Oliver, who had been eavesdropping outside the door for a while, walked in. He carefully tipped his piggy bank, pouring all his saved coins into my hands. "Mommy, you have to take good care of yourself, okay?" "Also, can you promise me one…