How To Return To The Past
But before Wendy could come over, Brandon repeated, “Where is she? Where did she go? Why is the
kid here? Does she not want her child anymore?”
Silence enveloped the entire living room for a moment.
One of Willow’s last wishes was not for Brandon to learn about the existence of that child so that he
could return to his peaceful life.
Yet, at that moment, the man standing before Ichika and asking her those questions was full of rage
and resentment. How was it possible for him to pretend that nothing had ever happened?
Indeed, life was not never all about joy, but a complex blend of both anger and sadness.
Ultimately, Ichika still answered his question.
“I don’t know. The child got sent back, and we decided to treat her as our own since we don’t have any
children. Mr. Emmanuel, Willow has said that you have nothing to do with this matter, and that also
includes the child.”
Ichika was indeed a smart lady.
Even though Brandon knew that Nat was Willow’s child, Ichika sensed that he was still oblivious of the
truth; thus, she decided to play along and deny the parental relationship between him and the child.
As soon as Ichika finished her words, Brandon’s face grimaced.
Staring at the baby, the anger residing within him started growing. He turned and was about to leave
when something caught his attention.
As Ichika carried the baby up, the small, red-colored birthmark on the back of her neck came into
Brandon’s vision.
Brandon’s mind went blank at once.
“Nat, let’s go upstairs for some milk, shall we? You must be hungry, right?”
Ichika, who felt relieved upon seeing Brandon leaving after her reply, did not notice the change in the
man’s expression at all. She picked herself up and carried the child upstairs to feed her some milk.
The entire living room fell silent once again.
All that was left were traces of the baby’s milky scent floating in the air, as well as sounds of cute
animals from the toys on the floor that were left switched on.
It was a strange feeling that even Brandon could not explain.
As the youngest child of the Emmanuels, he had always led a spoiled life. Not only was he the precious
sweetheart of Matilda, but he was also well-loved by his siblings, Philip and Lyla. They would always
give in to him. Besides, his uncle, Frederick, would also pamper him and materialize all his wants.
Hence, he had never met any major setbacks; neither did he need to shoulder any responsibilities.
Bringing the pregnant Willow home was probably the most wilful thing he had ever done.
Despite that, his efforts were futile.
After leaving the villa looking almost soulless, Brandon rushed back to the Emmanuel residence and
headed toward his bedroom, frantically rummaging through his stuff, seemingly looking for something.
“What’s wrong with Brandon? Why is he rummaging through the cupboards like crazy immediately after
coming home?”
“I’ll go take a look.”
Feeling shocked yet worried, the entire Emmanuel family hurriedly went upstairs to check on him.
Matilda was no exception.
They were only on their way up when they heard Brandon bellowing like a mad beast. “Where’s her
stuff? Who threw her things away? Where have they all gone?”
Brandon’s roars reverberated throughout the place, leaving the entire villa shaking in fear.
The Emmanuels were taken aback.
“What? B-Brandon, are you referring to that woman? Mom asked me to clear everything in here,”
Philip’s wife stammered an answer ultimately.
Right as she finished explaining, something flew out of the room.
Slam!
An explosive sound followed.
Had Philip not reacted fast enough and pulled his wife aside, her head might have already been
bleeding from getting hit by the flower vase.
“Who asked you to clear the things here? Did I permit you to do so? Put everything back in place now!”
Brandon broke down and burst into another round of shouting yet again.
Seeing how Brandon had lost control, Matilda came over in her wheelchair.
“What are you looking for? That woman is pregnant with another guy’s child! I’ve been nice enough
since she knew her place and left quietly. What more do you want? Do you think I’ll keep her
belongings here?”
Slam!
The spoilt brat speedily came before her and smashed the family portrait in his hand on the floor as
soon as she finished speaking.
“Listen, I’ll never return to this family again if you can’t find her stuff back by today! You can be as
authoritative as you want if you like it so much!” he yelled while staring at her intently with his bloodshot
eyes.
Brandon, who had always been obedient toward her, seemed to have turned into an entirely different
person for the very first time.
Matilda was so furious her whole body was shaking.
As for Brandon, he turned and left immediately after he finished his words.
That night, all the Emmanuels were busy contacting the waste stations in the city. However, it was
almost impossible for them to retrieve what they had thrown away half a year ago.
In the end, it was Ellie who found Brandon in his old small apartment. He was rummaging through the
shelves and cupboards inside the 60 square meters apartment.
It was to the extent that he almost dug through the tiles and bricks.
“What are you doing, Brandon? Where have you been the whole day? Do you know your
disappearance has resulted in great losses?”
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