<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 1218 I Deserve A Reward</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“I contributed to our win, didn’t I?” Nathaniel asked, leaning a little closer to Cecilia with a mischievous smile.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Luckily for her, they were now sitting in a private car and not the crowded coach bus from earlier Otherwise, half the parents would have seen Nathaniel teasing her so openly.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia’s cheeks flushed as she tried to maintain herposure.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“You don’t need any extra praise,” she muttered, her voice low. “As a father, it’s your job to cheer your child on and help him win.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nathaniel, not one to give up easily, pressed further. “No. I think I deserve a reward too,” he said with smirk.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">A reward!</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia’s eyes widened as she met his yful gaze. Her heart raced, and she wasn’t sure how to respond Jonathan, however, seemed to have had enough of their back–and–forth.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Fine.” Jonathan interjected with a frown. “Next time. I just ask Mr. Zachary to join me for the parent- child activities. He won’t make such a fuss about rewards</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The boy’s blunt words hit Nathaniel, and he was momentarily at a loss. Jonathan, sensing his small victory looked at him with a mix of envy and triumph. “Isn’t that a better idea, Mr. Rainsworth be added dearly trying to prove a point.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The tension between the two–one older, one younger–was almost palpable. Nathaniel sighed in defeat leaning back in his seat. “All right, fine. Forget it,” he said, giving in.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia exhaled in relief, thankful Jonathan had put an end to Nathaniel’s teasing. He always seemed to understand her so well.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">After arriving back at the preschool, the teacher gave a few final instructions to the children, who then scattered to reunite with their parents. Darren approached them just as Cecilia was about to leave.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Nathaniel, are you heading back with your wife? How about we grab a quick meal together?” Darren suggested.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia nced at him and hesitated before answering. It’s not really convenient right now?</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She knew about Darren’splicated rtionship with Madeline, and bringing him along would only cause trouble. Darren, sensing the rejection, looked disappointed. It was rare for him to extend an invitation, and even rarer to be turned downL</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Zachary, ever the mediator, patted Darren on the shoulder with a grin. “How about we head to my pl instead?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">As they made their ns, Jonathan waved goodbye to Cecilia “Mommy, be good while you’re at home. okay? Don’t forget to take your vitamins,” he reminded her with an air of seriousness beyond his years.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia smiled, waving back. “I’ll remember.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">she should have had children of her own by now. But her husband, Zeke, had never treated her with any real love or respect, let alone talked about starting a family.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Ceci, I’m truly envious of you,” Meredith said softly. “You’ve got a wonderful husband and such an understanding son.”</font></font>
Cecilia could yourself sense the weight of worry in her friend’s voice. “Meredith, you should think more about yourself. You deserve to be happy too. Believe me, my life wasn’t always this great.”
Meredith nodded, her expression pensive. She had done her homework on Cecilia before they became friends, and she knew that Cecilia hadn’t had an easy past. It served as a reminder that real change could onlye when one decided to take control of their own life.
As they parted ways, Meredith got into the car with Conrad. The boy was still fuming from earlier and wasted no time voicing his frustrations
“When we get home, I’m telling Grandpa, Grandma, and Dad how you’ve been bullying me!” Conrad shouted, his face red with anger.
Meredith, exhausted and no longer willing to cater to his tantrums, responded with an unusual calmness. “Go ahead, tell them.
Why should I raise another woman’s kid? This boy is nothing but an ingrate
Conrad blinked, momentarily taken aback by her indifference. In the past, every time he threatened to tattle on her, Meredith would go out of her way to make amends. But this time, something had changed.
“Fine!” he snapped. “Don’t me me when I’m not nice about it!”
Meredith didn’t respond. Her gaze drifted out the car window, where thete afternoon sunlight filtered through the trees. It had been a long time since she had truly taken in the world outside.C0ntent ? 2024 (N/?)velDrama.Org.
“Say something! Are you deaf?” Conrad demanded, growing more irritated by her silence. In a burst of anger, he reached over and yanked at Meredith’s hair, his small hand tugging hard.
Conrad had grown used to behaving this way. His grandparents and father despised Meredith, so whenever they saw him acting out or hitting her, they never intervened. Sometimes, they evenughed.
But Meredith had reached her breaking point. With swift precision, she pulled Conrad’s hand away andnded a sharp smack on his bottom.
The boy stood there, stunned, his eyes wide in disbelief After a few moments of silence, he burst into loud, uncontroble sobs.
“Wah, wah! You’re bullying me!” Conrad wailed, his tears streaming down his face.
Meredith remained calm, ignoring his outburst.
When they finally arrived home, Conrad wasted no time rushing to his grandparents and father, eagerin. As expected, they immediately sought out Meredith, ready to scold her.
But before they could say a word, Meredith calmly presented Zeke with a document. “Zeke,” she said, her voice steady, “I want a divorce.”