Chapter 66: Chapter 66

Chapter 66

Rollo looked at me for a moment before shaking his head. "Dad didn't do anything, he just said he came to pick up Min." Rollo spoke, but I could hear a slight quiver in his voice as if he wanted to hide something. I hoped that what the boy said was true, and I also hoped that Enzo was here just to pick up Min and bring her back home.

"Alright... but why do you call Enzo 'dad'?" I asked. Since we had been at Enzo's mansion until I moved out, Rollo had always been very scared and avoided Enzo, never calling him 'dad,' and never daring to go with Enzo without me by his side.

Rollo appeared confused, unsure of how to answer. He tried to avoid my gaze and stammered, "I... I... I don't know... Dad said he's my dad... and said that mom and dad had to be together to have me and Min..."

I chuckled awkwardly when I heard that, not knowing what Enzo had told the boy. But what the boy said was entirely accurate; I knew that Enzo was trying to make Rollo aware of his identity and get him to stand by his side.

"Mom... is that true?" Rollo looked at me with a hopeful look, seeking an answer from me. But yesterday's events had left me exhausted, and I didn't want to dwell on this issue any longer. "You don't need to worry about this, Rollo. When you're a little older, I'll explain."

After saying that, I turned back to my bedroom, trying to hide my emotions from Rollo. I didn't want Rollo to know about my past, and I certainly didn't want the boy to become too close to Enzo. Regardless of what others said about me being selfish, I didn't care.

Rollo had to go back to school because of the kidnapping incident with Rika, so I had transferred him to a different school after staying with Ron for a while. I didn't let Enzo know which school Rollo attended, and I didn't mention anything about our son's school to avoid any potential repeat of the terrible incident. It was no wonder I had such a negative opinion of my ex-husband; I couldn't be sure if there were any other lovers besides Rika.

Rika was an extreme case, driven by her intense desire for Enzo and her aspiration to become Lady Robert. For a rising hotshot like her, marrying Enzo could be seen as transforming from an ugly duckling into a swan.

But I hadn't had a chance to discuss that issue with her before she was murdered. And up until now, we still haven't been able to find her killer; it remains a very mysterious puzzle.

During the time Rollo was at school, I went to the hospital to visit Ron. Regarding that incident, I had to remind the homeroom teacher and the school administration that apart from me, I didn't ask anyone else to pick up Rollo.

"I am much better now, so you don't need to come here regularly," Ron said as I handed him a freshly cooked bowl of soup before going to the hospital.

Although Ron claimed he was fine, his pale complexion made me feel uneasy and uncomfortable. Perhaps it was because I had become so accustomed to relying on Ron and sharing our difficulties with him that his condition worried me and left me feeling restless. My unease wasn't just about Ron's condition, but something else that I couldn't pinpoint.

"Did the doctor say when you can be discharged? You can come to my place; it would be more convenient for me to take care of you," I wanted to care for him as he had cared for me and Rollo before. While I thought he would agree because he had once wanted to live with me, Ron shook his head.

"Why not? I can take good care of you," I asked, puzzled. But Ron just chuckled awkwardly and said, "No need, you still have to take care of Rollo and go to work. The important thing is I can't be discharged yet. I'll let you know when I can." Ron spoke while avoiding my gaze, and no matter how much I pressed, his answer remained the same.

I went to pick up Rollo from school, and throughout the journey, I couldn't stop thinking about Ron and wondering why he had refused. His refusal made me feel like I had an unpaid debt that I hadn't had the chance to repay.

"Mom, is it true that Dad can't come home?" Rollo suddenly asked, and I didn't know which "Dad" he was referring to—Ron or Enzo?

"Who?" I inquired.

"Dad, my dad, Ron," Rollo added. I didn't understand what the child meant; of course, Ron couldn't come home yet because the doctor hadn't allowed it, but I had never said this matter with him.

According to the doctor, Ron couldn't be discharged yet, but it would be soon. "Do you remember your dad?" I thought Rollo remembered Ron because he cried a lot when he found out Ron had to be hospitalized. However, Rollo shook his head. "That's not what I mean. Mom, you will never get to see Dad again, will you? I mean, we won't because Dad will die if he continues to see Mom, am I right?"

I immediately stopped the car, astonished as I looked at Rollo in bewilderment. "Rollo, what are you talking about?" I couldn't understand why Rollo would use those words, and I wondered what had happened to him. In response to my questioning, Rollo continued firmly, "I'm not making it up. You said something like this before. But you told me not to tell Mom, I just asked her out of curiosity."

"Did your dad really say that to you? Who was it this time, Ron or Enzo?" I continued to ask, hoping that whoever had spoken to Rollo was Ron. However, Ron had been in the hospital for a few days, and the only time he had been in contact with Rollo was when I was there too. If something had happened between them, I knew.

Rollo stared at me with an unsettling, cold gaze, unlike that of a child looking at someone. In that moment, I was shaken by the resemblance between his eyes and the man's eyes that made me shiver.

"Rollo... Mom is asking you, please answer," I said, unaware that my voice was trembling.

Rollo turned away, no longer looking at me, and said coldly, "So, Mom doesn't know anything. I don't need answers from you anymore. I'm hungry."

I remained stunned by Rollo's recent words, trying to decipher what he meant. I couldn't comprehend what was happening with my son. He was showing strange behavior, and the innocence and purity in his eyes had disappeared.

No matter how much I questioned him, all I received was a cold and irritated response from Rollo. He had never been this way with me before.

Later, when Rollo was in his room, I called his homeroom teacher to inquire about his situation at school. However, the teacher informed me that Rollo seemed perfectly normal, with no unusual signs or behaviors.

The changes in my son left me feeling perplexed. Upon reflection, I realized that perhaps I had been overly anxious lately, and Rollo's mood may have been affected. Still, I couldn't dismiss Rollo's question – I didn't believe it was a random or coincidental remark. I suspected that someone had said something to him.