Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 861: Never Calling Him Daddy Again

Chapter 861 -861: Never Calling Him Daddy Again

Chale Cheney cried until he was gasping for breath, his sobs intermittently wracking his body, shoulders trembling.

He had never cried like this before; he hadn’t expected Elder Cheney to really not want him one day.

“Chale, stop crying, Daddy doesn’t not want you,”

“I hate him, hate him, have hated him for a long, long time…” the little guy lay on Lilac Serval’s shoulder, head drooping, listlessly sprawled.

His large eyes were veiled with a layer of misty water vapor, blurring the sparkle, indiscernible.

Compared to the hopping and jumping Chale Cheney from the morning, the little one was now wilted, motionless.

“I will hate him,” the little guy cried petulantly.

Lilac Serval’s heart ached.

Indeed, the little guy would hate Mr. Cheney, wouldn’t he? Even when he grew up and understood everything, would there still be a place in his heart that rejected Mr. Cheney?

But if he wasn’t sent away, who would protect him for the rest of his life?

Lilac Serval knew that the person most heartbroken by sending Chale Cheney away was still Mr. Cheney.

Even this very morning, Mr. Cheney had gone out, only asking her and the driver to take Chale Cheney to the airport.

The deepest sorrow comes from parting.

She didn’t quite understand this feeling; she had been an orphan left in the orphanage since she was little, without family ties.

But seeing how intensely Chale Cheney cried, she vaguely understood that this attachment was a bond of blood that cannot be severed or disconnected.

“I will hate him, will definitely hate him…” Chale Cheney’s crying lost its strength, and his voice subsided.

His low sobs echoed in the confined space, intermittent, stirring pity in anyone who listened.

Lilac Serval caressed his fluffy little head with sympathy.

“Daddy is doing this for your own good, you will understand when you grow up,” Lilac Serval whispered softly.

“Who did he sell me to…” the little guy grumbled, unhappy and discontented, lying on Lilac Serval’s shoulder.

Lilac Serval paused, then rubbed his little head.

Her beautiful eyes too misted over with a shallow layer of moisture, hazy like white frost.

Chale Cheney, overcome with sorrow, had cried the entire way, drained of the energy to cry anymore.

“Elder Cheney, baby hates you,” Chale Cheney whimpered sadly, “I don’t want you anymore, I don’t want to see you ever again, I won’t call you ‘Daddy’ anymore, never again.”

No father would ever sell his child; such a thing simply did not occur.

He loved Elder Cheney so much, yet Elder Cheney did not love him in return.

Never to call him daddy again…

How could he sell him, how could he not want him…

Chale Cheney lay limp on Lilac Serval’s shoulder, unable to cry anymore, motionless, slumped.

Like a lifeless little kitten.

He blinked his eyes in discomfort, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, the teardrops clinging to them moved gently and fell.

Being taken away by bad people didn’t scare him at all.

But now that Elder Cheney did not want him, he truly felt miserable.

“Don’t be like this,” Lilac Serval soothed as she stroked his head, “Daddy is doing this for you.”

Chale Cheney didn’t make a sound, just sniffled and choked up.

His little world had collapsed in an instant; Elder Cheney, the person he liked the most, did not want him anymore, and it felt just like Jasy not wanting him anymore.

He didn’t understand what he did wrong, why everyone seemed not to like him.

Chale Cheney just lay there, his little paws clutching Lilac Serval’s clothes, his lifeless large eyes staring out the window.

The trees outside sped rapidly backward, in a dizzying blur.

The car drove smoothly towards the airport.

The sunlight poured down directly, casting its light on the glass, weaving light and shadows together, creating a kaleidoscope of colors.

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