But I saw that the cake, which had already been cut in half, did not have my name written on it.

The cream on top mixed with the wax dripping from the candle, just like my life for the past ten years, was a mess.

I shook my head and said, "No need, just eat it."

Of course, they did not pay much attention to me either.

At night, Leonard hugged me warmly.

Rubbing in my ear and temples, he said, "Joanna, I owe Yasmin so much for marrying you. As long as you coax her well, our wedding is not a problem."

"She's going to accompany Armand to the amusement park tomorrow. You can come with her. I'll give you money and you'll pay for them when they need it."

After saying that, he put his hand into my clothes.

I immediately stopped his hand and said, "I'm having my period."

He then withdrew his hand.

The next day, I followed along.

Armand had a heart disease and I was a little worried.

But when he found out that I was going with him, he pouted his lips in dissatisfaction and muttered.

"What? It would be such a bummer if you went with us!"

When we went to the amusement park, I repeatedly reminded Yasmin several times not to let Armand play anything too extreme.

She nodded affirmatively.

But just as I was about to pay, she took Armand to play with the pendulum rides.

Watching the pendulum swung back and forth in the sky, my heart also hung in the sky.

As soon as the ride stopped, I rushed over.

As expected, Armand fell into a coma and Yasmin froze in place, looking at him with a bewildered expression.

I immediately ran forward, called an ambulance and performed artificial resuscitation and artificial respiration procedures for my son several times.

The ambulance arrived soon and Armand was sent to the operating room.

As soon as the doctor said that his condition was out of the critical period, I breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Leonard also hurried over.

He started to blame me. "Didn't I ask you to go over and take good care of them?"

"What kind of mom are you? Don't you know Armand has a heart disease? And you took him to play with the pendulum rides!"

I looked at him coldly and said, "Why don't you ask your son first?"

As the words fell, Leonard's anger subsided a bit and he turned to ask our son in a soft voice, "Armand, who took you to play the pendulum rides?"

The next second, Armand pointed at me with trembling fingers and answered, "It's Mom, it's Mom ...."