Broken Oath: I Left, He Regretted Chapter 14: For My Child, I’m Willing to Be Humble Once

Timothy looked at displeased and said, "Doris is so young, what does she understand? Is what she says really worth your attention?"

Not only did he not scold his precious daughter, but he also let Doris sit back on his lap and personally fed her.

Serena smiled slightly, appearing gentle as she said, "Miss Ellison, Doris has been watching too many period dramas lately. Don’t mind her. By the way, the bird’s nest Timothy bought at the auction the other day was very good. I saved so for you. Nanny Lowell will bring it over to you later."

I returned the smile and said, "No need, I’m not used to second-hand stuff. Unlike you, who isn’t picky."

With that, I carried my pots and pans back to my room.

Doing things yourself ensures abundance.

Soon, I cooked a bowl of tomato noodles with egg and ham, and it tasted great.

After eating, I started pondering what Hannah Quincy had told that day.

How to investigate Timothy Xavier’s assets?

How to prove that Doris is the biological child of Serena and Timothy Xavier?

I cleared my mind and realized that the second matter was actually easier than the first.

Because I now live in this villa, there’s always a chance to get their hair samples for DNA comparison.

As for how to find out about Timothy Xavier’s assets, I searched many divorce cases online, but none seed applicable to and Timothy.

I understood that divorcing Timothy Xavier wasn’t sothing that could be accomplished in a day or two, and I couldn’t rush it.

So, I took a shower and prepared to sleep, thinking I would tackle it tomorrow.

As soon as my head hit the pillow, dogs barking suddenly ca from the villa’s courtyard.

I’ve always been a light sleeper, and even when Timothy Xavier went to the bathroom at night, I’d be woken by his footsteps.

The barking continued, causing a headache.

I thought it was stray dogs nearby.

Until I went to the window and opened the curtains, only to see Timothy Xavier and Serena taking Doris for a walk with a dog in the courtyard.

A big white Labrador, almost as big as Doris.

I hadn’t expected that there would be a dog in the villa.

Because I was bitten by a dog when I was a child, ever since then, I’ve avoided dogs.

Timothy Xavier knows this.

When we went out in the past, if we encountered a dog or heard barking, he would cover my ears and hold close.

But now, Timothy Xavier no longer cares about how I feel.

All he cares about is making Serena and Doris happy.

I silently drew the curtains and put headphones in, trying to block out the irritating noise.

Actually, they didn’t walk the dog for long, and the barking eventually stopped.

But for so reason, I just couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning until dawn, unable to get any rest.

I thought it was just a one-ti bout of insomnia.

But afterward, I couldn’t sleep night after night for several days.

Whenever I closed my eyes, it was as if I was back on the day I gave birth to my stillborn, crying to see my child, only to be told by Timothy Xavier that he, fearing I’d be hurt, had taken the child to the funeral ho for cremation.

For three whole years, I watched over that small urn.

But now, even the urn of my daughter’s ashes is no longer complete.

The scene of the urn being shattered flashes through my mind over and over.

During the day, due to the insomnia at night, I feel exhausted and don’t want to do anything, feeling depressed and unhappy.

I then realized it seed like I was sick.

To confirm my suspicions, I visited the hospital and consulted a ntal health clinic.

The psychologist, after hearing my story, told it was called post-traumatic stress disorder and required tily psychological counseling.

Otherwise, it might develop into severe depression in the future.

But the psychologist’s treatnt thod turned out to be "desensitization."

He wanted to speak about the things I didn’t want to rember, the people I didn’t want to ntion, and the beautiful past in sharp contrast to now.

He said only by doing this could I cut out the rotten flesh myself, allowing the wound to heal with fresh at.

Although this seed too cruel for , I decided to actively cooperate with the treatnt.

I didn’t want to beco a suffering lunatic because of this failed marriage in my future.

Of course, psychological guidance is gradual, and it doesn’t require to talk about all my mories with Timothy Xavier all at once.

After the first treatnt session, the doctor also prescribed so anti-anxiety and anti-depressant dication for to take ho.

He also suggested that Timothy Xavier and I find a burial place for the child and properly inter the ashes in the ground.

This is not only a sign of respect for the child but also an account for myself.

Although the marriage failed, Timothy Xavier will always be the child’s father, and that cannot be changed.

And my only selfish wish is for my child to experience, even just once, the kind of fatherly love Timothy shows Doris.

Even if it’s just once.

After picking up the dication from the hospital, I returned ho.

I hadn’t expected that Timothy Xavier would be ho in broad daylight.

In the past, Timothy Xavier would stay at the house’s shrine only when engaging in Buddhist practices; the rest of the ti he was almost always at the company. I barely exchanged a few words with him during breakfast.

But ever since Serena and her daughter moved in, he has spent much more ti at ho.

So, he wasn’t so busy that he couldn’t return ho at all!

Upon seeing enter, the man sitting on the sofa reading a magazine glanced at .

I instinctively hid the pharmacy bag with the hospital’s logo behind , not wanting him to know that I had psychological issues.

However, I overestimated my importance to him. He saw the dication in my hand but didn’t care why I had it or what kind of dicine it was.

I didn’t actually need to hide it.

Rembering the doctor’s suggestion, I stood in front of him, hesitating on how to broach the subject of burying the child together.

"Do you have sothing to say to ?"

He finally spoke first, putting the magazine aside, his deep eyes seemingly earnest as he looked at .

At that mont, Nanny Lowell brought up a bowl of bird’s nest, smiling and saying, "Madam, this is supre quality blood bird’s nest. Sir asked to prepare it for you. It’s very good for your anemia!"

Although I knew Nanny Lowell had good intentions, trying to bring Timothy and together, I disliked the feeling that my consumption depended on Timothy’s goodwill.

Timothy then added, "Drink it."

As if offering a way out.

I refused, saying, "No, thank you. I don’t like consuming leftovers."

After all, it wasn’t bought for in the first place.

Serena had already been drinking it for so many days, so was she tired of it or just couldn’t finish it before thinking of ?

Seeing that I refused his offer, Timothy simply said, "Suit yourself."

With that, he got up and headed upstairs.

I hurriedly called out to him, gathering my courage to express my thoughts: "Timothy, do you have ti tomorrow? I want you to co with to choose a burial place for the child and give her a proper resting place."

Just as I finished speaking, Serena ca down from upstairs and said, "Brother Timothy, when are we leaving? Doris said she wants to go abroad and have a good ti before kindergarten starts! She’s been looking forward to it for so long!"

Timothy paused and looked back at .

I gazed at him too, nervously awaiting his answer.

I so hoped he would choose this ti.

I thought my child in heaven would want to see her father cherish her as though she were a treasure.

"Can we do this? Just tomorrow morning, it won’t take much of your ti."

I knew how humble I was at that mont; I had lost my forr pride, and every word carried an earnest plea.

For the sake of the child, I’m willing to humble myself just this once.