Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1167

Chapter 1167: Can I save them this time?

After that fire incident, Enzo was never the same. He might have been the same father to Zoren, but never the same husband. He shunned all news about Naylani, and no word about her reached his son’s ears.

And after that incident, he never mentioned her name — not even once.

The once affectionate husband, who would have caught the entire universe for the love of his life, had coldly thrown out all of her things. Some of them, he burned. The man who used to think about his wife and son in his waking moments and thanked the heavens for blessing him with such family every night was no longer the same. He never looked for her, cried for her, or even dreamed about her.

It was as though she never existed.

For Enzo, it was only him and his son. _{freeωebnovēl.c૦m}

Love? He didn’t need that anymore, not when he had an adorable, yet very smart kid by his side.

Was it easy? Hell no. But that was the only way Enzo could protect his son from anything. Therefore, even if it killed him, he had to forget that, once in his life, there was someone he had promised everlasting love. Even if every waking moment was crippling, he remained headstrong for his son. Even if he felt ashamed for failing to protect his promise of a complete family, he would still offer his son the best smile he could.

Eventually, it became a habit.

Did he forget Naylani? Not even for a second. But pretending that she had never existed eventually got easier. Before he knew it, two years had already passed.

As for Zoren... time just passed.

Peeking up at his father, who was seated on the garden chair across from him, little Zoren kept his mouth shut. The father and son were currently working on a crossword puzzle from the newspaper—something they did every day.

Enzo scratched his head, a look of struggle appearing on his face. Despite that, the orange rays of the setting sun cast upon him, making him appear warmer.

"Huh?" Deep lines appeared between his brows as he glanced up at his son. "Renren, are you done?"

"No." Zoren’s little hand slowly covered his answer, making his father suspicious.

"Let me see."

"I don’t want to."

Enzo narrowed his eyes. "Renren, why are you covering your answer? It’s not like I’ll copy it!"

"You did it many times, though."

"What?" Enzo gasped. ’When did Renren see me peek at his answers before?’ He cleared his throat. "Ahem! Renren, that’s impossible! We have different crossword puzzles! Even if you show it to me, it’s not like that will answer mine!"

"..." Zoren pondered, then nodded. "Okay."

Zoren slowly turned his newspaper and showed it to his father. The moment Enzo saw the answer, his face twitched.

Hearing that from a boy wasn’t a good feeling for a grown man. ’Sometimes, he’s a bit sadistic,’ Enzo thought, knowing his son was simply giving him some hope, only for the little master to crush it.

Enzo chuckled as he watched his son try to hide his happiness. ’He’s still so young, but he’s also too shy. Hehe. So cute.’

’Naylani is gone,’ he thought. ’And unlike my first life, everything has been peaceful since.’

’I changed it; he lived,’ Zoren told himself. ’Maybe... that’s why I’m here.’