His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 521

“Don’t… leave…”

“Why? Why won’t you even look at me…?”

“Please don’t leave me all alone…”

Through a haze, Jonathan saw a small child, no more than three or four years old.

A little boy.

But he couldn’t make out the boy’s face.

The boy lived in a huge house.

But inside, he was the only one there.

The empty house felt more like a haunted mansion.

How long had it been since he’d seen his father?

He didn’t know.

How long since he’d seen his mother?

He didn’t know that, either.

The only people he ever saw were the housekeepers his parents had hired.

He never went hungry—the staff made sure he was fed.

But on stormy nights, when thunder boomed and rain lashed the windows, there were no arms for him to run to, no warm embrace from his mother or father.

In those moments, he’d reach out his small, trembling hands to the housekeeper, desperate for help.

He wished she would scoop him up, hold him close, kiss his forehead, tell him everything would be alright.

“You’ll be just fine if you stay inside, young master,” the housekeeper said gently, taking his hand and leading him to his bedroom. She sat him on the bed, checked the windows, and then shut the door tight behind her.

The house was soundproofed, but the roar of thunder still crashed in the boy’s ears. He crawled under the covers, his tiny body shaking uncontrollably.

…

Today was his birthday.

Usually, the housekeeper made three simple dishes for dinner. Today, she made five.

But there was no cake.

No candles.

Even though the family could afford it, no one bothered to get him one.

So there were no wishes to make.

The boy already knew that wishes never came true, anyway.

“You eat up now, young master,” the housekeeper said.

The vast dining table was set with plates of food, but the little boy sat alone, quietly eating.

Tears slipped down his cheeks as he chewed in silence.

Every dish tasted just a bit bitter.

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