Daddy Mommy’s Getting Remarried

Chapter 3 

Clara numbly rose to her feet, mechanically collecting her things as she stepped down the spiral staircase. 

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the servants‘ whispers floated up to her, 

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“Mi. Colon just stormed out. He looked really ticked off,” one whispered, 

“I’d much prefer to be back with the Colon family. Who would want to deal with that woman upstairs?” muttered another. 

“Right, and her daughter is just as much of a mess. Have you seen her? She has always been in and out of hospitals since she popped out. Those two are a disaster. If I were Mr. Colon, they’d have been history long ago,” one added, 

“Poorthing, though. A son might’ve spared her this fate.” The maid sighed, 

“Sympathy? For her? Please. Heard she got pregnant on purpose, thinking she’d secure her spot in the Colon family that way. As if she had a shot. She tried to game the system, but karma is a bigger player – hit her with a premature baby and no son. And get this, the kid can’t even talk,” another servant responded. 

“Wait, so she’s mute? Or something else?” one asked incredulously 

“Beats me. The Colon family wants nothing 

nothing to do with her. Shh, she’s on her way down said another maid. 

The maid rolled her eyes and said, “Who cares? Even if she hears, what’s she gonna do? Complain? Like anyone would take her side.” 

As Clara descended, the two maids turned, their faces showing disdain and arrogance. 

Clare heard every word, realizing even the servants looked down on her. 

tomorrow, you two can return to the Colon family. Your services are no longer needed here,” Clara stated, her voice even. 

“Fine by us” One maid snorted, her disdain palpable. 

“Yeah, acting all high and mighty?” scoffed the other, discarding her apron and strutting off. The villa felt more hollow than ever. 

Clara quietly packed her belongings. Apart from a few simple clothes she usually wore, she donated all the luxurious items Walter had given her clothes, jewelry, bags–to a second–hand shop, directing the proceeds to his account. 

and willa 

She then mailed the platinum credit card and villa keys to Walter’s office, severing the last ties. Without a backward glance, she left the villa behind. 

Next, Clara took a cab to Mercy Hospital. She completed the discharge process for Marlie, who was brought out by a nurse with a relieved expression as it unburdening herself 

Marlie had big doe eyes, 

she looked down. 

and despite her pallor, her natural beauty was unmistakable. However, Marlie’s gaze didn’t meet Clara’s her eyes wandered, or 

Kneeling, Clara wrapped Marlie in her arms, whispering, “Marlie, I am here to take you home. Just call me mommy, okay?” 

Marlie didn’t respond or acknowledge her. 

The nurse, barely concealing her contempt, remarked, “She is not normal, you know. Autistic. Doesn’t talk.” 

A pang of pain struck Clara, but she met the nurse’s gaze fiercely. “She is perfectly normal to me. She’ll get all the love she needs and be happy!” 

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The nurse rolled her eyes and muttered, “Fine.” 

That dismissive “fine” cut as deep as when Walter had used it, a throwaway comment dismissing her entire world. 

Clara, holding back her pain, picked up Marlie and left, determined to prove them all wrong.