James still hadn’t returned the next morning when I was sending Laura to the nursery.
I thought he wouldn’t come home for a while like before after what happened last night.
However, I was wrong again.
When I got home, James was calling his mother and asking her how to make oat porridge.
He said that Brenda wanted to have oat porridge.
Looking at the man who had never cooked before, being busy in the kitchen with a pink apron on, my heart couldn’t help but ache again.
It was a good thing that Laura wasn’t home.
If she was, she would probably be crying again.
Seeing me return, Brenda stood up from the sofa and rushed into the kitchen to wrap her arms around James’s leg.
“Dad, that evil woman is back. I’m scared.”
James bent down and picked Brenda up with one hand as he continued cooking with the other.
“Don’t be scared, Brenda. Your Dad’s Superman. I’ll protect you.” 1
Such a warm scene made my eyes feel like they were burning and tears quickly welled up in them.
I walked to the door of the kitchen and leaned against it as I said sarcastically, “James, who will be burying you and praying for you after you die?”
‘Probably not, me or Laura,‘ I added inwardly. ‘He hasn’t treated Laura like his daughter at all. Why should she be by his side when he dies?‘
