Chapter 266

We found ourselves in a café and sat at a table. Zachary's tutor and driver each ordered a slice of cake and some coffee. The driver used a fork to cut a small chunk of his cake and put it in his mouth. After taking his time swallowing his food, he mustered the courage to tell me, "Don't you think you're too cruel to Zachary?" He continued, "He's just five years old. He's a naive child. Do you know that he secretly cries when he sees you at the kindergarten gates, waiting to pick Willow up? He loves you so much. How could you not care about him at all just because you got a divorce?" The driver couldn't figure out why I did that to Zachary and must have been under the impression that all mothers had to love their children unconditionally. My calmness was a stark difference to his frustration. I told him plainly, "Did you bother finding out what he's done to me before you asked me those questions?" The driver shook his head. "I don't know what he's done, but surely, a young chi