Alexander replied soothingly, "Don't worry, there are priorities. We can go to Disneyland anytime, but once the snow melts, we won't be able to see it like this."
Hearing this, I scoffed coldly. Ignoring them, I dragged my suitcase out.
Alexander seemed to sense something was off. He rushed forward and grabbed my hand, his voice laced with frustration. "It's the middle of the night, and you insist on leaving?"
He saw my swollen eyes and paused. "Is missing a trip to Disneyland really worth crying over like this?"
My eyes must have been crying themselves raw, for I saw a hint of pity in his gaze. "Let me clear my schedule next month, and I'll take Lucas then, okay?"
Next month? What next month did Lucas have? If only he cared a bit more about our son, he wouldn't say such foolish things.
I pulled my hand away. "No need!"
Alexander stared at his empty palm, momentarily stunned. He never expected the person who used to cling to him would now avoid him like the plague.
Snapping back to reality, he tried to catch up, but Cassandra grabbed his arm. "Alexander, it's all my fault. Even though I knew Lucas was faking his illness, I shouldn't have competed with a child for your attention. Now it's made Natalie angry at me."
Faking... faking illness? My mind went blank. By the time I snapped back to reality, I had already slapped Cassandra across the face!
Alexander's face, initially tinged with guilt, shifted instantly. He positioned Cassandra protectively behind him and eyed me warily. "Natalie, what are you doing? She's your sister!"
I glared at Cassandra. "You'd better watch your mouth."
However, Cassandra, looking hurt, pleaded, "Alexander, don't let me come between you two. If my sister won't admit that Lucas is faking his illness, I'll just drop it."
Upon hearing that, my brow furrowed as I turned to Alexander. "You think Lucas is faking it too?"
But, he just remained silent. Looking around, he noticed Lucas was nowhere to be seen. With a calm tone, Alexander asked, "Where did you take him this time?"
Of course! Of course, he clearly didn't believe me. If only he would come home, he'd see the table covered in medications and medical records. Yet, he never did.