Part 3Love Was My Mom’s Farewell

Mom responded coolly and skillfully set up the camera.

I shouted angrily:

"Dad's mistake—why should Mom bear the consequences!"

"I don't want Mom to be the one who's humiliated anymore!"

I knocked over the camera. Mom set it back up.

"Sienna, be good. The company will be yours eventually."

"Mom protecting the company's stock price now is also protecting your interests."

I still didn't understand, but Mom's eyes looked so sad.

In the camera, she was gracious and poised:

"It's all a misunderstanding. Miss Vivian is our company employee. Since no one was around to look after her, Dylan kindly took her to the hospital."

After the video was posted, the internet was full of mockery.

Everyone said Mom was acting like a dog as the legitimate wife.

But Dad was very satisfied.

He finally came home.

As soon as he walked in, he spun me around in a circle and put a jade bracelet on my wrist.

Then he kissed Mom and gave her a jade peace pendant.

"This is my magnanimous Willow," he said. "Don't worry, I've unfrozen the card."

"I wasn't angry because you faked illness and played games. I was angry because you cursed yourself."

"We're going to grow old together. Please don't say such unlucky things again, okay?"

Dad was so gentle. He still loved Mom and me, didn't he?

I stared at them dreamily, suddenly feeling like the injuries on my legs didn't hurt anymore.

After Dad left, I happily moved closer to Mom, wanting to touch the peace pendant.

But Mom sneered and took it off.

She patted my little head and showed me a news article.

[Billionaire Dylan Hayes' True Love: Ten Million Dollar Jade Bracelet!]

I looked at the photo of the full-green jade bracelet on Vivian's wrist.

Suddenly I realized.

My bracelet, fitted with Mom's peace pendant—they were just scraps from the custom bracelet made for Vivian.

I wanted to confront Dad angrily.

But Mom calmly contacted Aunt Rachel to confirm the date for taking the euthanasia medication.

She chose the date to be her and Dad's wedding anniversary.

"This way, whenever he gets married, he'll remember my death."

"Only by remembering me for a long time will it benefit my Sienna more."

I didn't dare cry in front of Mom. I could only hide in my room counting the days.

I was about to lose my mom.

Although Mom held me and said she'd become a star in the sky—

I was already seven years old. I knew those were all lies.

I couldn't expose Mom's lie. I didn't want her to be sadder before she died.

Mom was very busy over the next few days.

She contacted an uncle surnamed Thompson and whispered with him for a long time.

Then she carefully selected a dress because Dad was taking her to a charity gala.

Just her—not that mistress.

She even helped Dad placate Vivian.

But when she turned around, she taught me how to provoke the placated Vivian:

"Hehe, so what if he made it snow for you? You're still just my dad's plaything."

"At formal occasions like charity galas, the only one who can appear hand-in-hand with my dad is my mom!"

Vivian was so easy to bait. She got angry immediately and took action.

On the night of the charity gala, our family of three had just sat down.

Vivian, disguised as staff, appeared.

She didn't say anything, just looked at Dad with red-rimmed eyes.

I clearly saw Dad's Adam's apple bob.

"Dylan," Mom pleaded, "this is a big occasion. Give me some face..."

But under everyone's gaze, Dad still patted Mom's hand:

"There are so many people here. Vivian is pregnant—I'm afraid she'll get hurt."

He went to sit with his mistress.

The whole room buzzed with whispers.

Mom lowered her head as if embarrassed, but secretly gave Uncle Thompson a look.