“I won’t divorce. I just want to give her the best because she gave me the best!” After saying that, Dean stood up and left the greenhouse, heading towards the main house.
The three men watched Dean’s towering figure, each sighed with their own thoughts… Hopefully, nothing earth-shaking would happen… But their instincts told them it was impossible!
Ye Ye hung up the phone, sat on the bed, hugging Baron: “Oh—Baron, I miss my brothers too!”
Baron responded with a low whine, seemingly understanding.
“Whose call was it?” Dean entered the room and sat beside Ye Ye.
“My brother, they miss me… Ho, I miss them, my brother, my dad, I miss them all… I’ve never been away from home before…” Ye Ye murmured softly.
“Silly girl, children grow up and eventually leave their parents. You need to get used to being independent,” Dean said, holding her, but inside he worried that her longing for family might make her want to leave sooner.
“Parents? But I only have my father and brothers, my mom… I miss her so much… but I can never see her again…” Her mother was Ye Ye’s deepest wound. Children are always attached to their mothers, but after the age of five, she lost that chance…
“What happened to your mom?” Dean asked quietly.
“When I was five, she left… to save the man she loved the most… my father… she left us, her children…” Ye Ye’s tears flowed silently; she rarely showed vulnerability, except when it came to her mother.
“It’s all in the past, baby…” Dean kissed her cheek, comforting her. So she too had such a sad past…
Baron also whimpered softly in Ye Ye’s arms, licking the back of her hand.
“Yes! I’m okay! Am I really going to start whining for my mom at nearly 19?” Ye Ye wiped her tears, trying to be strong, but her smile was tear-stained, revealing her inner fragility. Even when hurt before, Ye Ye had never shown such vulnerability, but now, her heart overflowed with tender pain. Dean just held her tightly, saying nothing… But he knew, no matter how old a child gets, they always have a special attachment to their mother…
“Knock, knock, knock—”
“What is it?” Dean asked softly.
“Sir, Miss, dinner is ready. The three gentlemen are waiting in the dining room,” the maid said respectfully.
“Hmm!” Ye Ye went to the bathroom to wipe her tears and freshen up, then followed Dean downstairs.
Tonight’s dinner was arranged in the villa’s Chinese dining room because Ximen Xu and Nangong Xun were authentic Chinese, and Dean had a quarter Chinese blood, so they all had a special preference for Chinese cuisine. Plus, with Ye Ye, a pure Chinese girl, they often had Chinese meals. Ye Ye looked at the dishes on the round table, all her favorites, not greasy or soy-sauce laden; she knew it must have been arranged by Butler Zeta, considering her injury.
