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AVA'S POV

"He took her from me." Christian murmured after a while--- not sobbing anymore.

He had stopped crying, but his face was still buried in my chest. I didn't know what to say to him. I moved my hands softly through his silky hairs--- soothing him.

"God took her from me."

"What?" My hand stopped that was drowned in the sea of his messy hair and looked at his head puzzled by what he just said.

"God took her from me--- He killed her. He could've saved her, but HE DIDN'T." He finally looked at me.

"Don't say like that?" I looked at his face, his cheeks red. Thank God, he wasn't crying anymore. But there were traces of tears in his eyes.

He looked away from me, in front of him--- staring at the floor. He was angry and his chubby cheeks made him look like a baked fluffy muffin. He said, "I never saw her. Daddy says she had cancer and died when I was a baby."

"You're still a baby." I tried to change the topic.

"NO. I'm a big boy now."

"I never saw any big boy crying." I raised my brows at him.

"A--a--- don't tell dad I cried."

Oh, I didn't think of that. Should I tell Sir about what happened?

I think I should.

"And why shouldn't I tell him?"

"Please, Miss Williams."

What? Miss Williams?

"Call me, Ava."

"Then you won't tell daddy, right?"

Oh, boy. He really doesn't want me to tell Mr. Rude about this all. 

"I won't."

I will.

Sorry, Christian, I have to. I should tell your dad about what happened. 

"Now get up. You need to get ready for school."

"NO. I want Mrs. Elliot only."

"But---"

"Mrs. Elliot." He got up from bed and crossed his arms. "Only Mrs. Elliot."

Dammit! Sir told me that Mrs. Elliot was sick that's why he called me. Here this boy only wants her Mrs. Elliot. 

I didn't say anything further and called Sir.

He didn't pick my call.

Ugh! 

I quickly typed a message a sent it:

*"Christian is not letting me do anything and he only wants MRS. ELLIOT."*

I looked up at him.

"I messaged your daddy."

"Isn't daddy at home?"

"No, he went to office early."

"Now I can skip school easily." He said happily.

"I messaged him." I pouted. 

"He won't reply." He stuck his tongue out.

My eyes opened wide.

"Really? He won't?" I was shocked.

"Yup." He grinned.

Hell, no.

"Okay, tell me, is there anything I can do so you'll go to school?" I asked him.

"Let me think." He really started thinking.

What would he want from me?

I waited.

"Yes!"

"What?"

Please be something simple.

"ICE-CREAM!" He said with excitement.

"Done." I answered quickly.

Thank God, it's just an ice-cream.

"Promise?" He asked.

"Yeah, promise. Now go inside and take a bath. I'll make breakfast." Aka Pancakes.

He nodded excitedly and hurried to the bath.

Meanwhile I made pancakes and when I came back to room, he had taken bath and had worn his clothes already.

He was a smart kid.

He sat on the dining table and I put the pancakes in front of him.

"Pancakes?" He looked at them and then back at me. "No."

"Pancakes is what you'll get." I sounded a little strict.

Because I don't know how to make anything else.

He remained silent.

"You want that ice-cream, right?"

He nodded.

"So eat, big boy."

He took a bite, chewed and swallowed.

"Yum." He took another bite.

Oh. I'm glad he liked them.

"I could eat them daily."

I smiled at him. As he was eating, my phone started ringing--- it was Sir.

Unlike him, I picked up the call.

"So Christian's not getting ready for school." He sounded concerned.

"Oh. Problem's solved."

"How?" He was surprised.

"I promised him that I'll take him out for ice-cream."

"You're joking, right?"

"A, I don't joke. B, If I ever do then in no way I'll joke with you."

He paused for a while.

"Sir---"

"He's not allowed to eat cold stuff like ice-cream." He yelled making me jump. "You stupid lady!"

Before he could say anything else. I cancelled the call.

I looked at my phone furiously.

How dare he yell at me like that and call me stupid?

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N e x t :
26th Chapter.

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