Chapter 19 Bobby’s Memory
Chapter 19 Bobby’s Memory
Hannah stared at the photo in a daze. Bobby was different from Chester.
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Bobby had always been an easy, thoughtful dog. Ever since he joined their family, he had taken on the role of looking after her, like a little guardian.
When she was sick, he would bring her the medicine box. When she was tired, he would fetch her packages. If she cried, he would lie beside her, holding a tissue box in his mouth as if comforting her.
After Chester was born, Bobby took on another job–protecting him in her place.
If Chester kicked off his blanket in his sleep, Bobby would patiently cover him up again.
If another kid tried to bully Chester, Bobby would rush over and scare them away. For a while, Chester had become a little tyrant of the neighborhood, relying on Bobby’s protection.
She had thought Bobby would always be by her side, her lifelong companion.
That was why the accident had been so unbearable.
On the day of the car crash, Bobby lay in her arms, covered in blood.
Yet even then, he licked her palm as if to reassure her. He even lifted his head toward the villa, waiting for Chester to appear.
And Chester did show up. But not to worry about Bobby.
Instead, he told everyone that Bobby was at fault, that Rebecca had done nothing wrong.
Bobby had died with his eyes wide open. She had tried desperately to close them, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t.
That was when she broke down. That was when she lost control.
Rebecca hadn’t even fought back that day.
Thinking back now, maybe it was intentional. Maybe she wanted Christian to walk in and see Hannah at her most pathetic.
Maybe she wanted Chester, who had already wavered, to fully take her side.
She had succeeded.
But Bobby…
Bobby was gone forever.
Hannah had hated herself. Hated that she didn’t have the power to make Rebecca pay for what she had done. Hated that no matter how much she had tried, she had failed to teach Chester honesty and gratitude.
That had been the worst day of her life. The day she lost faith in everything–the day she woke up.
After getting out of prison, she had begged and searched until she finally learned Bobby’s fate.
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Christian must have felt some guilt because he had bought Bobby a burial plot. It took her days to find the location.
And now that she was standing in front of the gravestone, guilt still weighed heavily on her. Bobby had been so good to her, and yet she hadn’t even been able to take care of him after his passing.
She didn’t even know if he liked this place.
“Mommy!”
Ethan suddenly stood up and plucked a fallen leaf from his shoulder.
“Look! Do you think it’s a gift from our friend?”
Our friend.
He had never even met Bobby, yet he treated him as a companion.
Hannah looked at him, watching as he carefully held the leaf like a treasure. Something inside her stirred.
“He was just a dog. Do you really think of him as a friend?”
Ethan blinked in confusion.
After a long pause, he hesitantly asked, “Mommy, am I not allowed to be friends with a dog?”
“Of course, you can!” she blurted out.
Then, realizing she might have scared him, she pressed her fingers to her forehead with a sigh.
She remembered that day when the police had taken her away. Chester had stood by Rebecca’s side, glaring at her with pure hatred.
“It was just a dog, but Madam Rebecca’s car got dirty!”
At that moment, she had felt her whole world collapse.
She had been so furious that she couldn’t even speak.
Before that day, she had wondered if maybe she had been too stubborn, too unwilling to compromise.
But Ethan’s words healed her.
She smiled. “If Bobby sent you a gift, it means he likes you.”
Ethan beamed and carefully placed the leaf into his pocket.
“Then I need to give Bobby a gift too!”
He rummaged through his pocket and pulled out a lollipop, then crouched down and placed it in front of the gravestone.
“Bobby, I’m Ethan. Do you like lollipops? Next time I come, I’ll bring you more gifts. Don’t worry! I’ll make sure to get you a big, juicy bone!”
Ethan clenched his little fists and pressed them against the gravestone, as if making a promise.
