Inside the car, Max watched the harmonious scene between Adrian and Ella with a complicated gaze.
’She seems prettier than the last time I saw her...’
When his gaze landed on Adrian, his face twisted slightly. He instantly turned to Ella.
She was smiling at him the way she used to smile at him and a pang hit his chest.
A memory of his childhood resurfaced in his mind.
In his younger days, every summer, Max would complain to his mother, "She is clingy. I hate her!"
"Why did you ask the gardener to plant roses, her favorite flowers, if you hate her as you say? Secretly, you also look forward to summer vacation every year...’’
"Max, see what I got you!" A bubbly little girl rushed up to Max before he could retort.
Humphing, he took one cookie from the basket she brought. He spat the cookie the moment it went into his mouth, "It’s bitter... You burnt it... Who is going to marry you in the future if you cook such things?"
"You will," the little girl would sigh, "I hate sweet food so I don’t taste it when baking and it turns out bad. I promise, I’ll improve as we go."
"Nonsense."
The next year.
"Max, I heard you are sick. Where are uncle and auntie?" A little girl stood by the King-sized bed.
A pale-faced Max laid on the bed, coughing incessantly.
"Miss Yu, the Master and Madam are out for urgent matters..." the servant nearby answered the girl.
Max did not hear any response from the little girl. But in a few seconds, he felt a soft hand stroking his hair, "Don’t worry... I will take care of you..."
Little Max scoffed. Nobody has ever accompanied him through his sickness before. Be it a bad fever or a normal cold, he would be left in the care of servants.
How could a little girl stay by his side to take care of him? He did not believe it until the next day—
He woke up to a little head pressed by his pillow as the girl sat on a chair next to the bed. On his head, there was a damp towel.
"Miss Yu insisted on keeping you company throughout the night. She only dozed off in the morning..."
Max looked at the little girl in a daze.
The following days, he did not push her away like before.
Until one day.
"Mom, dad, please stop fighting!" Max clung to his mother’s thigh.
"You fucked a whore like her?!" Mrs. Hill pushed the little boy away, "How could you? How could you cheat on me?"
"Things have already come to this..." Mr. Hill remained stern, "I think we should divorce..."
"D-Divorce? No..." Max cried, "I don’t want to stay without you... Please don’t leave each other..."
"Divorce me?" Mrs. Hill laughed, "You actually want to divorce me?! Without my family’s support, how far can you go? Do you think sleeping with that bitch will get you the fame and wealth you desire?!"
"At least, she makes me feel something, unlike you!"
’Pak’ The sound of a crisp slap reverberated in the room, "Say that again. I dare you..."
As the young Max stumbled out of the room, he was greeted by the sight of a little girl who stood at the door with tear stained cheeks, "Max..." she held his hand.
Max looked at her in a daze, letting her drag him away from his parents’ room.
Mid-way, he halted, forcing Little Ella to stop walking, "Leave," he uttered a single word.
"I won’t. I won’t leave you."



’’It means...?" Max did not say it.
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