Leaving the Wrong Love Behind Forever novel Chapter 118

Arthur gazed at Hendrick's small form, and a slight smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

"Hendrick, if there's something you want, add it to the shopping cart and send it to Daddy. Daddy will buy it for you."

"I don't want your dirty money." Hendrick stormed back to his room in anger, closed the door, and dragged a chair to climb up.

On the bookshelf sat a piggy bank.

He exerted considerable effort to bring it down.

This was his New Year's money!

He circled the jar several times. The piggy bank was quite large, with no opening; the only way to retrieve the money was by smashing it.

Hendrick hesitated to part with this ceramic big-bellied pig baby, purchased from a small town in Italy.

The porcelain was exceptionally white, boasting a delicate texture, particularly in the round face adorned with two rosy, burgundy-red cheeks, and a smiling expression.

Each time he laid eyes on it, a comforting feeling enveloped him.

This ceramic piece had been his childhood companion for several years.

He caressed its head with his chubby hand, tears streaming down his face.

'Little piggy, I have to break you open; otherwise, Jennifer and Christopher won't have money for school. Mommy is working hard, and it's not easy for her to raise them alone.'

During his time at Urban Haven, he witnessed his mother fretting about money on multiple occasions.

She frequently toiled until midnight, subsisting on cold steamed buns, and resumed work early the following morning.

He yearned to contribute something for the family!

In the butler's office at Bridgewater Mansion.

"Butler Lang," Sylvia greeted with a smile as she entered, finding the butler sorting through books.

"You... Young Mistress," the butler exclaimed, lifting his head to see her, his eyes widening. "You're... you're still alive?"

"Hush, lower your voice," Sylvia cautioned, raising her index finger. Her eyes reddened as she continued, "I'm deeply concerned about his upbringing, and I carry a sense of guilt towards him. I fear I'm not a good mother, unable to provide the maternal love he deserves. I wish to know about his well-being."

"No wonder, no wonder," the butler murmured, visibly agitated. "I was puzzled by how she could be so indifferent to Hendrick—acting one way in front of Master Arthur but another behind his back, showing no concern for the child at all! Now it makes sense, I understand."

At this point, he dabbed away his tears with a tissue and proceeded to share with Sylvia what had transpired.

She listened intently, tears streaming down her face.

The parallels to Christopher's account only intensified her resolve.

"Butler Lang, please assist me. I want to personally look after the child for some time," she pleaded with tears in her eyes.

As the family doctor tended to the wound on her palm, she solidified her decision.

Sneaking into the heavily guarded Bridgewater Mansion was out of the question.

To care for Hendrick openly, she had to find a way in. Hence, she required Butler Lang's assistance.