Once Mila left with Lily, my mom hurriedly sent my brother after them. The details didn’t matter; what mattered was that Mila was still pregnant with her precious grandson! I couldn’t help but laugh coldly.
My mom quickly told my brother to chase after Mila when she saw her leave with Lily. What mattered was that Mila was pregnant with her precious grandchild! I couldn’t help but scoff at that.
After hesitating, my brother finally ran after her; it’s not safe for an angry pregnant woman with a child.
Once he was gone, my mom sat down on the ground, crying, “Why is my life so miserable? After all this time, I finally get a grandson, but he can’t even share our last name. How can the Paynes be so heartless?”
I found it amusing but still went to comfort her. “Mom, don’t be sad. You still have Timmy! He’s always been so good to you.”
“Timmy? What good is he? He doesn’t even share our last name. Just look at you – you can’t even fight for a surname. Look at Mila; she gets to have her grandson carry her last name just like that.”
I was at a loss for words. Was it really worth all this fuss over a last name? My dad had been gone for years; why was she still so hung up on this? It was exhausting! I was furious but couldn’t show it. Today they reminded me – I was also my mother’s child; why should she give them everything? I couldn’t provoke her; I needed to think this through carefully.
