Justin Battleson’s fingers turned pale at the knuckles.
He closed his eyes in agony, and it wasn’t until almost 15 minutes later that he managed to extricate himself from the nightmare-like thoughts.
He reproached himself for being a moment too late.
If he hadn’t agreed to the divorce, Sophie Allen wouldn’t have had to depart all alone.
Even realizing that she had now become the so-called Miss Thompson, Charlotte Thompson, Justin Battleson couldn’t quell the discomfort in his heart.
If there hadn’t been a divorce in the first place, Adam Ross’s child would never have met Charlotte, and Charlotte would never have adopted them.
But now, everything was too late.
Justin Battleson picked up a glass of red wine from the table and downed it in one gulp.
Inside Mr. Battleson’s office, the lights were on all night. Outside was a flurry of noise. Bright lights were flashing in various bars and hotels, further highlighting the loneliness within.
After commenting on and recording all the work reports, Justin Battleson capped his pen and stood up from his office chair.
There was a faint dark circle under his eyes, and his whole body was permeated with a sense of fatigue that was bottomless.
As he arranged the documents to be distributed on the table, he massaged his temples and headed out.
By the time he sat in the driver’s seat, he had an intense headache. It was as if countless hammers were hitting his brain without any rhythm.
He closed the car door, tolerating the pain, but his vision was still dizzy.
After starting the car, he smoothly drove out of the parking lot.
It was now working hours, and there were hardly any pedestrians and vehicles at the intersections closer to the company. Justin Battleson squinted at the road ahead while keeping the car moving fast.
By coincidence, a child suddenly appeared from nowhere just as he turned the first corner, standing directly in his path.
Justin Battleson’s heart throbbed violently. He instinctively stomped on the brakes, but due to inertia, the front of the car still brushed against the child’s body.
The child was knocked down but quickly sat up, using his hands to push against the ground. He was wearing a T-shirt, and his unprotected arm was slightly scraped from scraping against the ground.
Justin Battleson scowled, bringing the car to a stop, and unbuckled his seatbelt to get out of the car.
Seeing the little child sitting upright on the ground, not screaming even with a scrape on his arm, Justin Battleson couldn’t help being a bit surprised.
The child was hanging his head low so his facial expressions were unclear, but he seemed to be not crying.
Justin Battleson squatted down, intending to examine the injury, but the child uncooperatively turned his body to the side.
Despite missing his opportunity, Justin Battleson wasn’t angered. He slowly stood up, crossing his hands in front of his chest.
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"Kid, watch for cars when you’re walking, or do you think you have more lives?"
He paused, turned back to his car to fetch some band-aids, and then squatted down again.
Ignoring the boy’s resistance, he forcefully stuck a band-aid on the child’s wound.
Justin Battleson pulled the child to his feet and said in a detached manner, "Are there any other injuries? This is just a scrape. Just cover it with a band-aid for now, and I’ll take you to the hospital."
"Kid, did you hear..."
Before he could finish his sentence, the little rascal in front of him finally lifted his head.
His face still carried a bit of youthful innocence, but at first glance, his delicate features bore some resemblance to Justin Battleson’s.
Justin Battleson was stunned, his breathing halted. He stammered with disbelief, "Are you..."
"I came here specifically to find you." The boy was indeed Cyrus Thompson. "I deliberately ran in front of your car, just to get a chance to meet you."
"Meet me?" Justin Battleson inquired with surprise.
"I’ve come to see you before, but you wouldn’t see me, so I had no choice but to resort to this method." Cyrus nodded and admitted.