Chapter 467
Tara Johnson held Leo Wilson's hand tightly.
She looked directly at Yvonne Johnson.
"This matter cannot just be dropped."
"Grace must apologize to Leo."
Yvonne Johnson frowned.
"Grace is barely over a year old."
"She can't even speak properly yet."
"How can she apologize?"
"It's just a notebook."
"Buy Leo a new one."
Leo Wilson wiped his tears.
"You can't buy it..."
"Chestnut General signed it."
Yvonne Johnson looked confused.
"Chestnut General?"
"What is that?"
Tara Johnson cut her off.
"That was Leo's most treasured notebook."
"Now Grace ripped it apart."
"You must make Grace apologize."
"Otherwise, I'm taking Leo and moving out right now."
Yvonne Johnson thought she was overreacting.
"Is it really that serious?"
"Over a notebook?"
Tara Johnson's gaze was firm.
Since arriving in New Zealand.
She never felt Yvonne Johnson's care.
Yvonne Johnson only had eyes for Grace.
And for Ella Warren far away.
She didn't want her son to feel wronged.
Just like she did as a child.
"We never should have come to you."
Tara Johnson pulled Leo Wilson up.
"We're moving out now."
Yvonne Johnson found her unreasonable.
"Over such a small thing."
"You're moving out?"
"Where will you go?"
Tara Johnson gave a cold laugh.
"You always favor Grace."
"Then it's Ella Warren."
"I'm always last in your heart."
Yvonne Johnson stamped her foot in anger.
"Who did you inherit this temper from?"
"I already apologized, isn't that enough?"
Tara Johnson's eyes reddened.
"You just don't understand."
"When you divorced back then."
"Neither of you chose me."
"Now I don't want Leo to feel that way."
Yvonne Johnson sighed helplessly.
She turned to Leo Wilson.
"Grandma apologizes for Grace."
"Is that okay?"
Tara Johnson didn't answer.
She led her son back to their room.
That night.
Yvonne Johnson put Grace to bed early.
Tara Johnson took out some glue.
She carefully pieced the torn signature back together.
Leo Wilson looked up with his small face.
"Grandma doesn't like me."
"She never smiles at me."
Tara Johnson patted his head.
"How could that be?"
"Leo is so adorable."
Leo Wilson's eyes welled up with tears.
"Mom."
"Do you think I'm embarrassing?"
"Is that why you won't let me call you Mom?"
Tara Johnson froze.
She quickly hugged her son.
"Mom has never thought you were embarrassing."
"Mom is afraid of losing you."
Leo Wilson sobbed.
"Really?"
Tara Johnson kissed his forehead.
"You are my most precious treasure."
"Mom will always love you."
She explained softly.
"It's like a magic spell."
"As long as we don't tell anyone you're Mom's son."
"We can be together forever."
Leo Wilson nodded, not fully understanding.
He fell asleep in his mother's warm embrace.
Tara Johnson continued repairing the signature.
She worked until late into the night.
Early the next morning.
Yvonne Johnson made breakfast.
Tara Johnson spoke in a flat tone.
"I'm going grocery shopping."
"Please watch Leo."
Yvonne Johnson frowned.
"Still angry?"
"I'll buy him a new notebook today."
Tara Johnson didn't respond.
Before leaving, she placed the repaired notebook by her son's bedside.
At the supermarket.
Tara Johnson bought many things.
Beef for her son.
Caviar for Yvonne Johnson.
She also bought diapers for Grace.
At checkout, she suddenly spaced out.
Remembering what Li Jingcheng once said.
"If I spend too much on myself."
"There will be less for you."
Now there was no one beside her.
Returning home, she heard Yvonne Johnson scolding Leo Wilson.
"Your accent is terrible."
"Don't corrupt Grace's speech."
Leo Wilson replied softly.
"Grandma, I won't."
Tara Johnson pushed the door open.
Her son ran over怯生生ly.
"Mom."
Tara Johnson looked coldly at Yvonne Johnson.
"What did Leo do now?"
Yvonne Johnson justified herself.
"He can't distinguish between 'n' and 'l' sounds."
"Grace is learning to talk now."
"He can't influence her incorrectly."
Tara Johnson took a deep breath.
She put down the grocery bags.
"I'm taking Leo and moving out now."
"We won't affect your daughter anymore."
She turned and started packing.
Her movements were swift and decisive.
Yvonne Johnson tried to explain.
"I'm doing this for his own good."
"Education must start young."
Tara Johnson interrupted her.
"I am his mother."
"I will handle his education."
"You don't need to interfere."
She pointed at the grocery bags on the floor.
"I bought all your favorite things."
"But you never consider what we like."
Yvonne Johnson defended herself.
"You are both my treasures."
"How could I not love you?"
Tara Johnson zipped up the suitcase.
"I'll continue sending your company dividends as usual."
"Contact me online if needed."
"We won't be staying here anymore."
Her decision was resolute.
This time, she would not look back.