Jared patted her back and said, “Your throat is still sore. No more laughing.”
Although his words sounded stern, the affection in his tone was obvious.
Summer looked at me and said, “Mommy, you have the same answer as Mr. Crest. It’s impossible for durian and watermelon to feel hurt. Your head will be the one in pain.”
For the next few minutes, Summer continued to play riddles with Jared.
At the dining table, Summer ate more than usual. She was so excited and joyful throughout the meal. Shortly after lunch, she fell asleep.
Jared got up from the sofa and picked up his doctor’s bag as he prepared to leave.
I was silent for a moment before saying, “Dr. Crest, can I have a word with you?”
He pressed his lips together and nodded. Then, he sat back down and looked at me with dullness in his eyes.
I took a deep breath and went straight to the point. “When Macy left, she told me never to let Summer know that you are her father.”
His eyes turned cold, with a pained expression on his face. He said, “I can understand.”
“Summer is your child and no one can deny that,” I said calmly. “Including Macy.”