Seven Years a Shadow: The Stand-In's Escape novel Chapter 66

"Manager Smith, I will be going overseas for further studies next month. This is my resignation letter."

The manager looked at me in surprise.

"Why so suddenly?"

I took out the excuse I had prepared in advance.

"My child's father is in Australia. I plan to bring my child over and reunite as a family."

The manager nodded.

"That's understandable. It must be tough for you to raise a child alone in the country. We all thought you were a single mother."

I smiled faintly. I wasn't a single mother before, but soon, I would be.

As I walked out, I bumped into Emerson Martin and Jenny Howard, who were coming towards me.

Emerson is my boss, and he's also the father of my child.

Seven years ago, I was his personal secretary. After a drunken mistake, we had a child.

This year marks the sixth year of our secret marriage.

And it's also the sixth year he refuses to let our child call him "Dad."

Emerson walked slowly, seemingly taking extra care of the woman by his side.

Jenny was holding a report in one hand and tugging at the hem of Emerson's suit with the other, looking sweet in a somewhat annoying way.

As we passed each other, my heart skipped a beat, and I couldn't help but speak.

"Emerson..."

His steps froze, his expression turning cold.

"Assistant Roy."

His polite, distant address carried an implicit warning, as though reminding me.

This is the company, and we're just superior and subordinate.

I understood his unspoken words and reined in my emotions.

"Mr. Martin."

He nodded slightly, his steps not stopping, as though I were a stranger passing by.

I laughed bitterly to myself and swallowed the resignation news I had planned to share.

Anyway, he wouldn't care.

Just then, my phone screen lit up. It was a message from my son via his smartwatch.

"Mom, will Dad come back to celebrate my birthday?"

I froze for a moment and instinctively turned around.

But I saw Emerson leaning down, speaking to Jenny in a seemingly affectionate way. As someone passed by, he subconsciously protected Jenny with his arm, his eyes filled with hidden tenderness.

I suppressed the bitterness in my heart and still sent a message to Emerson.

"It's our son's birthday today. Are you free tonight?"

Across the hallway, I saw Emerson pick up his phone. Less than three seconds later, he put it down, his expression showing no change.

Staring at the chat screen, which still showed no reply, I laughed bitterly.

Hailee Roy, aren't you awake yet?

I should've known this heart can't be warmed. What am I even expecting?

I shoved my phone back into my pocket, took a deep breath, and left.

Emerson, soon, you'll be free.

After leaving the company, I went straight to the kindergarten to pick up my son.

When he saw me, his first words were.

"Mom, today is my birthday."

His second question was.

"Mom, will Dad celebrate with me?"