Our Anniversary, You Chose Her – I Chose Divorce

Chapter 579: Chapter 579: Why Don’t You Try Crying a Little?

The maid said, "Young Master Noah has been looking for you. He woke up, found you gone, and has been crying ever since."

Chloe Reed froze, her expression dazed for a few seconds. She pointed to herself. "Noah’s looking for me?"

The maid nodded. "Yes, yes, please go see him."

Chloe was quite surprised. The boy had always been terrified of her. He’d started to overcome it a little recently, but that only meant he was no longer afraid. ’We’re a long way from being close.’

She said, "You go ahead and soothe him. I’ll just wash up and then head over."

The maid nodded. "Of course, of course."

When Chloe Reed pushed open the door to the child’s room, her eyes met Noah’s expectant gaze. The moment he saw her, he tossed aside the ugly doll in his arms and reached out to her. "Auntie Chloe, hold me."

Chloe was even more taken aback. ’But who could resist a child being so endearing?’

She walked over, scooped him into her arms, and asked, "What were you crying about?"

Noah hugged her tightly, sniffled, and said, "I... I thought you didn’t want me anymore, Auntie Chloe... that you hated me..."

As he spoke, the little boy started to get emotional again, tears pattering down his cheeks.

Chloe hurriedly tried to soothe him. "No, no, I just went back to my room to sleep."

After a pause, she added, "Your uncle will always want you."

But Noah caught the keyword. "Does that mean *you* don’t want me, Auntie Chloe?"

Chloe: "..."

’Could she possibly say that she didn’t even want his uncle?’

Just as she was wondering how to respond, Walker Grant walked in.

"You little rascal. What’s the big idea, hogging my wife first thing in the morning?"

Walker Grant swept in and lifted Noah out of her arms.

Chloe finally let out a sigh of relief.

Noah sniffled and said, "Auntie Chloe doesn’t want me, and she doesn’t want you either."

Chloe: "..."

’I haven’t even said that!’

’Does this kid have to be so perceptive?’

Walker Grant raised an eyebrow. "Is that what you were crying about?"

Noah’s lower lip quivered. "Isn’t this something to cry about? Nobody wants us... Waaah..."

Walker burst out laughing. He shifted Noah in his arms and began pacing around the room, calming the boy down.

Chloe watched for a moment as a strange, inexplicable sadness washed over her. She lowered her eyes, stood up, and left the room.

’She just couldn’t get over it.’

’Whatever his reasons, he’d had a vasectomy. He didn’t want a child of his own.’

’All these years they’d been married, she had always hoped for a baby of their own, but that fantasy was now shattered.’

’With one thing happening after another, she just couldn’t find it in her to let it go.’

Walker, keenly aware of her mood, watched her go.

"Uncle."

Noah’s timid voice sounded by his ear.

"Hm?"

Walker looked at him, his expression perfectly natural again.

"Auntie Chloe doesn’t even want you anymore. You wanna try crying a bit?" Noah suggested with a completely serious face. "I cried, and Auntie Chloe came to comfort me. She even held me. I never would have dared to imagine that before."

Walker: "..."

He gave Noah a light pat on the bottom. "Crying is for kids. That’s your special privilege. It won’t work if I do it."

But Noah insisted, "Why don’t you give it a try? What if it works?"

Walker laughed again. "Alright, it’s time for breakfast. I’ll take you out to play later."

It was easy to distract a child. The moment Noah sat at the dining table and saw his favorite breakfast, he forgot all about his troubles.

Chloe remained silent. Walker’s eyes frequently landed on her. As soon as she finished eating, he got up and followed her.

"Chloe."