After My Son Died by Davidmia

hapter 4 

Chapter 4 

Seeing his incredible look, I suddenly burst into laughter uncontrollably. 

“You’re asking me where our son is? Hahaha, guess, guess where he is now! Guess!” Avery hugged her damn little dog and hid in his arms out of fear. 

“Julian… Is Diana crazy? It’s so scary…” 

At this moment, Julian’s cell phone suddenly rang, and he answered the call with a frown. 

“Yes, this is he. What are you saying? What relic… my son’s relic—when did he die! You explain it to me clearly, you damn it, explain it to me–” 

Beep, beep, beep… 

I heard the person on the other end of the phone hang up, and Julian looked at me with bloodshot eyes. 

“Our son… our son is dead! He drowned playing by the river. The kindergarten teacher called me to pick up his belongings. Why didn’t you tell me about this! How could you be a mother like this, I’m his father!” 

If my phone hadn’t run out of battery, the teacher wouldn’t have called him. 

Now, our son has been dead for several days, and he’s only starting to worry. Haha, it’s ridiculous, it’s really ridiculous. 

I kept laughing hysterically, tears streaming down my 

face. 

“Julian… Now, you remember that you still have a son. Now, you realize that you’re still his father? You motherfucker, what the hell were you doing before?! 

“Do you know how our son died? He died by the river where you left him. You went t see Avery and her dog that day! Do you know how miserable his death was? He drank bellyful of dirty river water before he died, and his body was so swollen that he didn’t even look like a human anymore! You beast, now you remember that you still have a 

it’s too late, it’s all too late! 

son, 

“Do you know that he is already five years old this year? Since he was born, you have never changed his diaper or made milk for him. You have never taken him to an amusement park or accompanied him to a parent–teacher meeting. Even the children in the kindergarten say he’s a fatherless wild child. No one wants to play with him. But you have always played the role of a good father in front of others, boasting about buying a fucking toy on social media. Apart from occasionally buying him toys, what else have you done for him?! 

“What you’ve done the most is to leave your good son waiting for your bedtime stories late at night, but you run to another woman’s house to curry favor! You call that damn dog your son, and carry it around like a treasure every day. How many times have you, held your real son, and called him your son?! And now you want to take over our dead son’s room for this woman and her dog! Do you know, this room is my only memory of 

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our son! 

“Get out! Get out! You two bastards! Never show up in front of me again!” 

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