She recognized my resolve, wiping away tears. "Alright, I’ll raise your baby well. Don’t worry."
I took the divorce agreement from her just as Sean descended the stairs.
He frowned at the sight. "What are you holding?"
Gripping the agreement tightly, I shook my head. "Nothing."
His eyes narrowed, suspicion flickering in his gaze as he stared at me intently.
But I remained composed.
Fortunately, he didn’t press the issue, shifting the topic to tomorrow's baby's celebration.
"I have something to handle tomorrow," Sean said indifferently. "I'll be late to the hotel. If there's an issue, just ask Mom."
My mother-in-law frowned in disapproval. "What could possibly be more important than your son's one-month celebration? You—"
"It's fine. It doesn't matter. If you have something to do, go and get busy," I said calmly. His presence or absence made no difference to the child.
After all, he hadn't spared the boy a single glance since our baby's birth—just like me.
My mother-in-law opened her mouth to argue but stopped when I gave her a reassuring smile and shook my head.
The day of the celebration arrived. The atmosphere at home was quieter than expected.
Holding the baby, my mother-in-law prepared to leave. One of the housekeepers hesitated and asked, "Madam, shouldn't we wait for Mrs. Hampton to go with us?"
She froze, glancing toward the upstairs hallway. Her expression faltered, but she shook her head with a choked breath.
What she didn't know was that I had already left.
The night before the baby's celebration, I had boarded a plane and flown away.
I was long gone when Sean finished his work and rushed to the event, searching anxiously for me.
An inexplicable sense of panic gripped his chest as he frantically asked his mother, "Where's Aria? Where did she go?"
