Chapter: 333

Luna's gaze dropped to Shayla. Shayla's face reddened from crying, unwittingly turned into a pawn in a game played by adults, grappling with emotions beyond her comprehension.

Luna's heart sank at this realization, yet when she lifted her eyes to meet Dooley's, it hardened again. "Dooley, Shayla is our child."

Shayla, once again subjected to a painful pinch, cried out desperately. “Daddy, hug...”

Feeling the discomfort of being beside her distressed mother, Shayla instinctively sought comfort from her father.

Dooley, however, took a step back, silently distancing himself from the anguished mother and daughter. Despite the heart-wrenching cries of his daughter, his expression remained devoid of emotion.

Norah, arms crossed, observed with a disdainful sneer. “Luna, imagine if I record you in this state and show it to your parents. How do you think they'll feel?"

Luna wiped her wet cheeks with one hand. "How dare you!"

Shayla in Luna's arms seemed like a mere plaything, crying incessantly with each pinch.

The echoes of Shayla's cries reverberated through the expansive corridor.

Once again, Shayla rushed over, clutching Dooley's legs. "Honey, I was wrong. I won't argue with you anymore. Please don't leave me.

Today is my dad's birthday banquet. Can we talk about it after today?"

After careful consideration, Dooley silently relented to Luna's plea.

"Freshen up Shayla. Imagine how it would appear if your parents were to see her in such a state," he advised.

Luna promptly rose, swiftly composing herself and wiping away Shayla's tears.

As they passed by Norah, Luna's voice cut through the air with a frigid edge. "Norah, don't interfere in matters that are none of your concern."

Norah lowered her head, locking eyes with the red-eyed Shayla. Shayla remained silent, offering Norah a small, resilient smile. She didn't look upset at all.

At that moment, Norah's heart softened.

This situation was beyond the comprehension of a two-year-old. In her innocent mind, all Shayla desired was for her parents to be happy and joyful together.

Dooley's stance remained clear. After the birthday banquet, the topic of divorce would resurface.

Luna's reference to a “stepmother” hinted at a mistress Dooley had found, a revelation looming in the unspoken future.

The absurdity struck Norah as she recalled Luna kneeling before her parents, radiating determination to marry Dooley and making solemn vows. Yet, in less than three years, Dooley's heart had shifted.

Luna found herself abandoned, grappling with disbelief, clinging to a desperate fantasy that Dooley might return. But would he come back?

The bitter truth lingered. Once a man fell in love with someone else, retracing his steps became unlikely.

Norah cast her gaze downward, masking any emotions behind a simple ....