After parking the car, Rhea changed out of her flats into high heels. She took her bag and got out of the car.

“Mom.”

Dean hugged her. “I missed you, Mom.”

They would only meet each other every morning and night. During the day, Rhea would not be home for lunch as she was busy with work. Her in-laws or housekeepers would take care of Dean.

Although Dean was a sensible child, he was unhappy. He felt like he had lost his mother alongside his father because she had not been spending much time with him.

Even during weekends when he did not have to go to school, she would still work. It was either eating or golfing with her clients or attending various banquets.

Rhea’s heart ached. She hugged her son back.

Her nine-year-old son had the body of a seven-year-old.

She always thought Dean’s slim figure was a result of her disregard for him because she was preoccupied with her business.

Unlike Liberty, Rhea did not have a kind sister who would look after Dean for her. Liberty coul