She Became Rich After Divorce
Chapter 498: The Past Is Gone

Chapter 498: The Past is Gone

His heart kept wavering on the decision of whether to go back and see his father, so engrossed that he didn't even notice when Cheyenne stood behind him.

A slight chill on his shoulder made him reflexively turn around, and before him was a slender and fair face. Cheyenne was wearing a blue casual outfit, standing behind him. "It's so late, why aren't you resting?"

A natural concern reflected in his eyes, and his voice involuntarily softened.

He could tell that old Mr. Edwards' disappearance had greatly impacted Cheyenne. She hadn't been eating since yesterday and seemed down.

She had locked herself in her room during the day, only appearing now, which surprised Iker.

Letting out a soft sigh, Cheyenne walked to his side, placing her hands on the balcony railing like he did, looking at the incessant rain outside through the transparent French window.

The garden's streetlights cast a dim, yellowish glow, illuminating the continuously falling raindrops.

Her cool voice suddenly sounded in his ear, "Master Iker, you are very worried about Mr. Toddt, aren't you?"

Iker stubbornly but tenderly denied, "No, I am not his only son. Why should I worry about him?"

As he spoke, he dared not meet Cheyenne's eyes, instead letting his gaze wander to the railing.

His bronze hands rubbed the metal railing, using his palm to feel the coolness, stimulating his tense nerves.

Cheyenne earnestly glanced at him, then furrowed her elegant brows. "Mr. Toddt actually cares about you. Otherwise, he wouldn't have given a villa to you or sought a famous doctor for you."

That day, when Iker stood up in front of him, the smile on Kai's face was genuine.

That man was like a thorn in Iker's heart. Every mention of him caused Iker's heart to constrict with waves of pain.

He spoke to Cheyenne about another matter, "I don't know... when I was young, other kids had their fathers hug them and buy them toys. But my father was often not at home. Each time he returned, he would check my homework first. He was always very strict with me."

But this wasn't the reason for Kai's resentment. He only felt regret that he had never experienced a father's love.

He self-deprecatingly smiled at his youthful foolishness.

"Later, he was home less often. Once, close to the New Year, I saw my mother standing silently under the eaves. I knew she was also thinking about that man."

Finally, Kai came back.

But he came back only to take the seal. He had a lover outside and, out of fear of his wife, decided to temporarily keep Thalia outside.

He spent five million to buy a private villa outside.

Because the formalities required a seal, he returned to this house.

Mother said nothing, her gaze calm as she watched him take things and instructed the servants to pack two pieces of clothing haphazardly into the suitcase before heading towards the door.

It was New Year's Eve.

All around, there was children's laughter from other families.

But the Todd mansion was silent and desolate.

Iker's mother gave Kai a glance, smiled faintly, and said, "You've finally come back. Stay for the reunion dinner before leaving."

"No, Davon has been crying a lot recently. If he doesn't see me, he'll cry non-stop. Thalia can't handle it alone."

As he said this, Iker hiding behind the door saw the bitterness and unwillingness on his mother's face.

His mother was in the same situation as his father's mistress Thalia; both of them had to take care of a child. But his mother never complained or showed weakness in front of his father. She stepped back, giving way to the man.

At that time, seven-year-old Iker already had his own thoughts and dimly sensed the conflict between his parents.

He didn't want his father to leave, so he deliberately rolled downstairs and hit his head, causing a pool of blood.

Only then did Kai promise to stay with them for one night.

Iker remembered that year's reunion dinner. He was lying in bed, eating with his head bandaged.

His mother fed him by hand, and Father stood by watching.

At that moment, he felt that his fall was worth it!

After dinner, Thalia called to urge him to come back, using Davon's high fever as an excuse. Kai once again abandoned them, taking his luggage and leaving. He cried under the blanket, and his mother comforted him.

"Iker, you don't have a father but you still have me. Don't cry."

"From now on, you are not allowed to do such foolish things again. You fell down on purpose, right?"

his mother saw through his little trick, scolding him with both pity and anger.

But Iker was not convinced. He wondered if he was really less important than his father's mistress and illegitimate son.

He learned the trick of acting weak from his father's mistress.

On a cold night, he deliberately opened the window and lay in bed in thin pajamas while sleeping, with the cold wind blowing all night.

His forehead wound had not healed, and he caught a cold, almost getting tetanus, and the next morning, he was sent to the hospital in a daze by his mother.

Happily grabbing his mother's hand, "Mommy, look, I also have a high fever. Why can't Daddy come to be with me?"

Iker forgot what happened afterwards, as he had passed out.

"Iker!"

His mother held him and wept.

But unfortunately, Kai still did not come.

Soon after he recovered from his illness, Thalia brought the child to visit. Iker didn't know what she said to his mother, but that day, his mother flew into a rage.

His father then announced that the Thalia and Davon would live at the Todd mansion.

On the night of the welcoming feast, his mother committed suicide.

She wore her favorite dress, elegantly dressed for over an hour, using the most expensive perfume, as graceful as the lady in an overseas magazine advertisement. Iker didn't notice anything unusual, innocently thinking she was just in a good mood.

Because Iker finally returned home, she no longer had to wait endlessly.

When she lay on the bed, completely out of breath, Iker finally understood that he no longer had a mother.

On the table were her last words: It's too late to regret at the end of my day.