At this moment, it was my turn to get the medicine. Seeing the medicine bag in my hand, Henry could not help asking me, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Seeing that I ignored him and was about to leave, he actually snatched my medicine and opened it to take a look.
"Insomnia? When did you have this problem?"
"Renata, I'm talking to you. Tell me, how long are you going to make a fuss?"
The man thought that my running away from home was just a new trick to deliberately draw his attention.
That was why until now, he had never inquired about where I have been living or what I have done these past few days.
His unconsciously cold and indifferent tone attracted people around us to stop and look at us.
A hint of annoyance crossed the bottom of my eyes. I took the medicine from him and said in a low voice, "I'm not messing with you."
Perhaps my tone was too gentle and indifferent and Henry saw it as me bowing my head to show weakness.
He offered to take me home first and then take Jessica back to the company.
But I shook my head. "Your work is more important. I can go back on my own." What I mean by going back was going back to my own home.
My alcoholic father was hit and killed in a car accident and not only did he leave me a family compensation.
The house where I used to want to run away the most and always get beaten had now become my only safe haven.
Looking at my lonely back as I left, Henry pursed his lips and was about to take a step forward, but Jessica grabbed his arm.
The woman said with a pale face that she suddenly felt very uncomfortable. It should be a hypoglycemic attack.
He hesitated for a moment and did not choose the direction I left, but turned and walked towards the nearby vending machine.
On the day when the lawyer drafted the divorce agreement for me, I happened to receive a call from Henry.
He told me urgently and gloomily, "My son is sick, come to the main house before six o'clock."
Before I could ask what illness he had, the man had already hung up the phone.
I printed out the agreement with a relieved smile.
When I arrived at the main house of the Quinton Family, I found out that all of the family members were there.
They were having their usual family dinner and their son happened to be sitting between Henry and Jessica.
From the perspective of outsiders, they were the true family of three.