Loving DAD 1105

Chapt 

Chapter 1105 

Sharon fell silent, unsure what to say. 

Once, she had always had endless things to share with Carter. Now, there was nothing left between them but quiet. 

Without Kelly between them, even arguments had lost their meaning. 

Carter didn’t seem to notice her silence. 

“Sharon, you’ve changed a lot. I used to think that since we had a child, all I needed to do was swallow my pride, coax you a little, and we’d go back to the way things were. I even thought I could use Theo to soften your heart, but he told me that you’re happier now than you ever were before. 

“Back then, I couldn’t understand it. For a child, isn’t having his mother around supposed to be the greatest happiness in the world? But now I see it clearly… I’m not even as perceptive as a five–year–old.” 

In Sharon’s eyes, he caught a faint shimmer–light he hadn’t seen in years. 

It reminded him of their early days, when they’d just married–how bright her eyes had been then, how full of life. 

He hadn’t married her solely because of the child. He’d thought she would make a good wife. He hadn’t disliked her if anything, he’d been fond of her. 

After all, no man would risk severing ties with his own mother to marry a woman he despised. 

But when had that light faded from her eyes? 

He couldn’t remember anymore. 

Over the years, he had grown used to ignoring her–to letting her presence fade into the background of his life. She had grown quieter, her smile rarer. Like a rose slowly wilting in the shade–its color fading, its petals falling one by one. 

Love, he realized, was like tending a flower. It would only bloom according to how you nurtured it. 

Carter suddenly reached out and clasped her hand. 

“I used to think that loving someone meant passion–something fierce enough to give up everything for. But who says love must always burn bright? Can’t it also live quietly, in the small, steady moments?” 

He drew in a breath. “Sharon, after the divorce, I’ve thought a lot about us. Back then, I didn’t want to let you go–not because you’re Theo’s mother, or because you were a good wife. It was because I actually-” 1 

Before he could finish, the door to the hospital room swung open. 

Thomas stepped inside. 

“Sharon, have you eaten? I brought breakfast.” 

But his voice faltered the moment his gaze fell on their joined hands. 

A faint, teasing smile tugged at Thomas’s lips. 

“Did I… interrupt something?” 

Though he said it lightly, he made no move to leave. 

Instinctively, Sharon pulled her hand back, her heart tightening with a flush of guilt–caught between them as though she’d been exposed in some illicit act. 

Carter’s expression darkened, his brows drawing together. 

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“If you know you’re interrupting,” he said coldly, “then get out.” 

Thomas’s tone was cool, unbothered. “Sorry, but you’re not my employer. You have no right to order me around, and I have no 

reason to listen.” 

Carter’s jaw tightened. So that little ‘apology‘ just now had been meaningless after all. 

Sharon, unwilling to let the tension escalate, quickly shifted the topic. 

“Thomas, how’s Theo?” 

“He’s fine,” Thomas replied evenly. “He’s back at the estate now.” 

Perhaps it was the bond of generations–while Richard had always been distant toward Sharon, he doted endlessly on his grandson, spoiling Theo without restraint, free from the tangled politics of the adults. 

Thomas cast a glance at Carter. “Carter, thank you for taking care of Sharon all this time. But now that I’m here, you can go.” 

The words landed like a slap–polite in tone, but sharp in intent. 

Carter’s expression cooled even further. 

“Sharon is Theo’s mother,” he said flatly. “Taking care of her is my responsibility. Your thanks… aren’t necessary.”