Chapter 183- unsuited
Philip’s tight frown finally eased the moment he saw August and Charles appear. Silently, he stepped back, letting them pass through security first, giving space to the trio.
"Trista, say goodbye to Uncle!" Janice waved at Philip, who was already going through customs. That radiant smile, more beautiful than any flower, lingered in Philip’s mind. He raised his hand, waved back at her, then sealed that slender figure forever in his memories — and locked it away.
Maybe, just maybe, he had once felt something for her. But before it could even begin, he buried it deep.
"Bai...bye..." little Trista mumbled awkwardly to Philip’s retreating figure. Janice smiled proudly, kissing her little lips. "Good job, Trista!"
As Janice walked toward Charles, she clearly heard both Charles and August call out "Dad" in unison to Derrick. When Derrick turned around, Janice caught the glistening tears in his eyes. After bidding farewell, Derrick quickly disappeared into the crowd — afraid, no doubt, that his beloved son would see his tears.
"Let’s go!" Charles pulled Trista from Janice’s arms, then wrapped his other arm around Janice. August followed close behind. Charles’s mood was as clear and bright as a cloudless blue sky.
"You just called him Dad?" Once in the car, Janice glanced at his handsome profile and nervously asked. Charles never liked her bringing up Derrick — maybe because of past hurts. But Janice had long stopped caring.
"What, got a problem?" Charles started the engine, drifting away from August’s car as they headed home with Janice and Trista.
"N-no! Nothing!" Janice waved her hand quickly, flustered by his half-question, half-answer.
"Trista, say ’Dad’ again, let me hear it!" Charles raised his thick brows teasingly and coaxed the little girl. Trista clearly understood, puckered her lips, and sweetly said, "Dad!"