“He said he wouldn’t leave until he saw you.”
She had already avoided him several times, and this time it seemed she couldn’t escape.
Thelma went downstairs, and Sam Noah was indeed in the living room. When he saw her, he said, “Come with me to a place.”
“Where to?”
“You’ll know when you get there.”
Thelma thought for a moment but ultimately decided to go with him. The car drove to a newly built commercial complex.
Thelma looked at the words “Thelma Studio” in front of her, puzzled, and Sam Noah had someone open the door. She entered with him, one after the other.
“This is the studio I prepared for you. You don’t need to look for a job anymore. If the studio needs to hire people in the future, I can help you.”
This was a music studio, large and two stories high, but currently, only the first floor had equipment. Thelma glanced around; the equipment was very advanced, many imported from abroad.
His gift to her studio.
When she was at her wit’s end, he presented her with this studio, telling her, “Thelma, you don’t need to beg anyone anymore. You can be your own boss.”
She knew he had been trying to make her happy. No matter how she rejected him or looked down on the things he gave her, he still tirelessly brought her what she needed and liked.
Just like now.
After countless rejections, when her heart was low, he gave her such a gift.
It would be impossible not to feel touched; she even wanted to cry.
Sam Noah, why are you doing this? Why?
I don’t deserve this from you! You deserve better; the person who should be with you shouldn’t be someone like me.
She held back her tears, turned her back to him, adjusted her breathing for a long time, and when she turned back around, her face was expressionless as she picked up a chair and smashed the recording studio’s mirror into pieces. Then she smiled at him nonchalantly, “Mr. Sam, I don’t need your kindness.”
Just like how she had repeatedly smashed his goodwill to the ground before.
She thought he would be angry; she had trampled on his kindness so brutally. He should be disappointed, right? After all, his good intentions had been trampled on time and again.
But he just stared blankly at the shattered glass, and like every time she rejected his goodwill, his eyes dimmed, and his expression subtly revealed disappointment.
“Is there something wrong with it? I can fix it.”
Thelma was on the verge of breaking down, overwhelmed by her cruelty and his pitifulness.
“Don’t you understand, Sam Noah? I don’t love you at all. You disgust me, really disgust me! I don’t want your things, do you understand?” She choked back her sobs, the bitterness rising in her nose, “So hurry up and divorce me, okay?”
“The five years aren’t up yet.”
She couldn’t dare to talk to him anymore; she couldn’t face him. She was truly afraid she would break down. She bent over, trying to calm herself down, and when her emotions had settled somewhat, she said, “I’m leaving. Don’t come looking for me again.”
But he grabbed her hand, “Please come back, okay? Come back and live with us. The child can walk now and can call people. Can you go back and see him?”
Thelma wanted to shake off his hand, wanted to escape quickly, wanted to be even crueler to him, but in the end, she did nothing and went back with him.
Tyler could really walk now and could call her in a garbled voice.
“Mommy, Mommy, Mommy.”
He was so cute, with big eyes, chubby cheeks, and fair skin. Every time she saw him, she wanted to hug him. But she knew she would eventually leave, and rather than let him develop feelings for her and then feel reluctant to part, it was better to let him not like her as a mother.
She was a bad person; she didn’t deserve to have a child. She told herself that.
So, she avoided him, not wanting him to get close. He was very obedient, playing with his toys at a distance where he could see her, occasionally looking up and sweetly calling her “Mommy.”
Finding a job wasn’t going well, so she started composing music and submitting it. However, every time she submitted, it was rejected. She couldn’t sing anymore, had no job, and felt her talent was unappreciated. Did that mean she was truly nothing without Sam Noah?
What did she have to do to catch up to him? His company was growing bigger and bigger; he had become a prominent figure in Brackenfield, the most outstanding young entrepreneur. He was moving further away, while she remained stagnant.
She couldn’t catch up to him; perhaps she would never be able to.
