Just as he passed by me, he finally saw the two urns of ashes in my arms.

"What's that thing, gray and fluffy? You're still holding it in your arms. You don't even think it's disgusting."

After saying this, he hugged Emma and left home.

I lowered my head and looked into my arms, gently wiping the surface of the box.

"It's okay, Dad isn't talking about you, don't take it to your heart."

After carefully placing the urn on the coffee table, I began to pack up the children's things one by one.

Clothing, toys, drawing boards.

There was a painting on the canvas that my son had not had time to finish.

I trembled as I took the canvas off the standing canvas. There were four big, crooked words written on the canvas.

[A family of four.]

Below the canvas was written, [Dad loves Mom] and there was a small heart drawn behind it.

I finally could not hold back and burst into tears while holding the canvas.

In the five years of raising my son and daughter alone, regardless of the relationship between me and Caesario, I had never said a bad word about Caesario in front of them.

However, the two of them could see it themselves, they could see that their father did not love their mother.

Until nightfall, the children's belongings had been packed into several boxes.

I made an appointment in advance with an inter-provincial moving company and watched the staff load several boxes into the car one by one.

"Ms. Heuken, everything is packed, let's go."

I nodded and turned back to the living room, placing the divorce agreement with my signature on it on the coffee table.

When I left home, I hugged the urns tightly in my arms and suddenly I felt a sense of relief in my heart.

As soon as I got in the car, my message notification sounded. It was from Emma.

[Serena, I'm so sorry. Caesario can't go home these days. He insisted on taking me to Hawai for vacation. I'm sorry.]

Along with the text, there was also an image sent.

Seeing this kind of message again now, I felt nothing in my heart and even wanted to laugh.

I pulled out the phone card and broke it in half, then threw it out of the window the moment the car started.

I tightly held the urn in my arms and watched from the rearview mirror as the villa where I had lived for seven years got farther and farther away.

At the same time, at the domestic airport, Leander and Madison stopped Caesario and Emma who were about to go through security check.