The fear that Charles was feeling right now was worse than what he felt when Nancy disappeared. Nancy was kidnapped that time, but now, it was her choice to leave.
It felt like his heart was being torn apart, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
What hurt him more was Nancy's expressionless face. She was as cold as ice, and her eyes were like two sharp daggers stabbing into his heart.
It made him suffer!
"Just because I'm leaving doesn't mean I no longer care about the kids. You can choose whether you'd keep Nadia or Bobby. We have two children, one for each of us," said Nancy.
Hearing this made Charles explode. "I want them both! No, I want to keep the three of you. You are my life. No one can leave!"
"Each of us is an independent individual, and neither of us is other person's life. It used to be like this, and it will be the same in the future. If you want to keep the two children, and they’d agree, then I’ll have no objection." A cold smile appeared on her face as she spread out her hands, as if what she had said was just a simple matter.
It was the first time that Charles had seen Nancy be so heartless. In the past, she would act like
helpless, Bobby sighed.
"Yes, we are too pitiful. We have a naughty Mommy." At this moment, Nadia was melancholy. But what could they do? They were just kids.
"Let's go. I hope Daddy will buy us something to eat on the way." The two kids ran out while talking.
When they got out of the house, they saw Charles holding Nancy's arm, pushing her into the car. "If you want to leave, you have to wait until I send the children to the kindergarten first."
"You mean I can leave after the kids go to the kindergarten?" Nancy asked curiously.
"I didn't say that." Holding the car’s door, Charles waved at the two children who were running over.
"Daddy, we are here." In a hurry, Bobby and Nadia got into the car.
The next second, Charles was already in the driver’s seat.
On their way to the kindergarten, the two children carefully looked at Nancy's cold face.
All of a sudden, Bobby whispered, "Mommy, we really love you so much."
"Yes, Mommy. We think Daddy loves you too," Nadia echoed.
"That's what you think. But I don’t think so." All Nancy could think about now was Nana. How could she have the time to think about whether Charles loved her or not?