I No Longer Look Forward To The Moon And Clouds

I interrupted my mother-in-law.

“Let him be.”

Anyway, he had never called himself the father of this child since the first day he was born.

It didn’t matter whether he named the child or not.

Hearing this, George looked at me with a little surprise.

There was a little inquiry in his eyes, looking straight at me, but he could only see my calm face.

He wanted to say something, but the phone in his pocket vibrated.

It was Sienna’s call.

He threw his doubts behind him and turned away regardless of my mother-in-law’s obstruction.

“I have something else to do, so I won’t be back tonight.”

My mother-in-law could only look at me with a wry smile.

I closed my eyes and smoothed out the ripples in my heart.

After the baby’s household registration was completed, it was time for me to leave.

The next day, I packed my luggage and prepared to leave.

My mother-in-law insisted on holding the baby to see me off, with tears in her eyes.

“Aren’t you going to see him for the last time?”

George did not return home overnight as he said yesterday.

I shook my head.

“No need.”

My mother-in-law burst into tears.

“Then take one last look at the baby.”

I choked and shook my head.

These days, like George, I had never taken a good look at the baby.

I was afraid that I couldn’t bear to abandon the baby.

My mother-in-law finally gave up and handed the baby to the nanny. She forced a check for 13 million dollars into my hand and said forcefully, “You have been living in our Mullins Family without a name or status for these years and you gave birth to a child for the Mullins Family. This is what you deserve. You are not allowed to refuse.”

After a long silence, I finally accepted it.

My mother-in-law once said that if I gave birth to a child for the Mullins Family, she would give me 13 million dollars.

I thought it was just a joke, but it turned out to be true.

I left without looking back with the check for 13 million dollars.

Before boarding the plane, I suddenly received a call from George.

His voice was firm.

“I’ll give you half an hour. Bring your household registration to the City Hall and I’ll get a marriage certificate with you.”

I hung up the phone without hesitation, broke off the phone card and threw it into the trash can.

I didn’t need George or the marriage certificate anymore.

I boarded the plane and went to another country.

And George waited in front of the City Hall and called me countless times.

But I never replied.

For some reason, he felt an inexplicable sense of anxiety in his heart.

After waiting in vain for several hours at the City Hall, he hurried home to find his mother and asked her quickly, “Where is Rosa? Why didn’t she come to the City Hall? Does she still want to get a marriage certificate with me?”