The Barrister's Love in Town

Her current life was what she had always dreamed of the man she loved and her child

were both with her, and it was comfortable and relaxing.

But there was still Symeon, like a ticking time bomb. She couldn’t shake off the feeling

that Symeon might surprise Elias at any moment.

Casey arrived at Galaxy Bay very early. As soon as she entered, she saw Symeon

preparing to leave with Dulcie, who seemed ready for an outing, with a small backpack on

her back.

“Are you taking her to kindergarten?”

“Yes, you

don’t need to come over to take care of her today. Go back,” Symeon replied, holding

Dulcie in his arms, exuding a burst of fatherly warmth.

Dulcie extended her little hand and greeted Casey, “Good morning, Miss Casey. I’m much

better today. I’m going to kindergarten, and I want to play with Aiden.”

“Oh, I see,” Casey replied.

Symeon, holding Dulcie, walked past her, planning to leave. Casey followed, saying, “Let

me come along. I won’t be a bother; I’ll just help you drop Dulcie off at kindergarten.”

Symeon ignored her, not wanting to lose his temper in front of the child and tarnish hist

image as a father.

During the drive, Symeon remained silent. Casey and Dulcie chatted in the back seat,

engaging in whispered conversations. Symeon didn’t attempt to join their conversation

and instead focused on driving.

After half an hour, they finally arrived at the kindergarten, and the three of them got out

of

the car.

When the kindergarten teacher saw Dulcie, she happily greeted her, “Hello, Dulcie! You’re

finally here at kindergarten. I and the other kids have missed you a lot. Are you feeling

better. now?”

Dulcie walked over and shyly replied, “Thank you, teacher. I’m much better now, and I’ve

missed you all too.”

After leading Dulcie into the classroom, the teacher turned to Symeon. “Don’t worry,

Dulcie’s dad. We will take good care of her.”

Symeon glanced into the classroom and instructed, “Dulcie has a sensitive stomach, so

please give her light and non-greasy food.”

“Okay, you and Dulcie’s mom can rest assured. We will take good care of Dulcie.”

Dulcie’s mom?

Symeon and Casey exchanged glances, and before Casey could speak, Symeon coldly

said, “She is not Dulcie’s mother,”

Casey felt a bit awkward, finding this man incredibly petty.

The teacher also looked embarrassed. “I’m sorry; I thought she was Dulcie’s mother.”

“Well, take good care of Dulcie. We’ll be on our way,” Symeon concluded, then turned and

left. Casey looked back into the classroom with lingering worry before departing

reluctantly.

Outside the kindergarten, Symeon, with an emotionless expression, said to her, “Take a

cab back by yourself. I have to go to the office.”

“Hey, are you really so ungentlemanly that you won’t even give me a ride? It’s rush hour

and it’s not easy to get a cab.”

“So what? It’s not my concern. You can take the subway.”

Symeon had already gotten into the car and was fastening his seatbelt.

now,

Casey, however, couldn’t resist being sarcastic and snarky. “If it were Amanda, you’d

probably be eager to offer her a ride, right?”

The man paused for a moment, then let out a heartless chuckle. “What do you

have to compare with her? She’s more beautiful than you, more successful in her career,

and as a mother, she’s far more responsible than you. Let me ask you, what have you

ever done that’s worthwhile? Sneaking into my bed, giving birth to my child, then

abandoning her, and pretending to be innocent. Now, when the paternity test reveals the

truth, you try to take Dulcie away. Tell me, what have you done that’s right?”

Symeon truly looked down on Casey, but he didn’t know about her past experiences or

why she couldn’t remember the pregnancy and childbirth events.

Casey was left speechless and felt like her self-esteem was being trampled upon.

“Do I appear to you as a bad woman?” she asked.

bed, gave

“What else would you be? Have you done anything decent? You sneaked into my birth to

my child, then abandoned them, only to confess when confronted with the DNA test. Now,

you’re trying to take the child away. Tell me, what have you done that’s righteous?”

Symeon didn’t hold back in expressing his disdain for Casey. He didn’t know the reasons.

behind her actions or her inability to recall what happened during her pregnancy and

childbirth.

Casey wasn’t denying her actions but genuinely couldn’t remember what had transpired.

“I’m not denying it; I genuinely don’t remember these things. I even suspect I might have.

amnesia, or else how could I have no recollection at all.”

Symeon coldly suggested, “I recommend you see a therapist. I can arrange one for you.”

“Do you

have to be so hurtful with your words? Have I done anything terribly wrong? I’ve admitted

it now, and I’ve promised to make it up to Dulcie. Why do you have to be like this? As a

father, have you set a good example?” Casey retorted.

Symeon couldn’t sit still anymore. “What have I done? As a father, am I chasing after at

married woman now? Do you want your daughter to suffer like this in the future?” He

unbuckled his seatbelt, opened the car door, and got out. “What’s wrong with you? As a

father, do you want your daughter to suffer like this in the future?”