Chapter 72
I looked at the teacher in surprise.
This teacher had always been very responsible and dedicated in my mind, and it was rare to see her with such a conflicted expression.
"Yesterday, someone claiming to be Jessica's great-grandma came to the kindergarten, saying she wanted to see Jessica. I'd never met her before, so I said I'd call you first, but she wouldn't let me make the call and just left."
The teacher looked at me guiltily and uneasily, saying, "I'm really sorry. I should have told you about this yesterday, but I kept thinking she seemed so pitiful, so I took it upon myself to hide it..."
I nodded.
So Grandma Cooper had found out about Jessica's existence.
But that was fine. After all, I hadn't planned to hide it from the Cooper family anyway.
"That person is indeed Jessica's great-grandma." I nodded gently, giving her a definite answer.
The teacher was clearly stunned, not expecting what the person said to be true.
The teacher looked at me with a complicated expression. I knew she must have misunderstood something.
Single moms with kids always tend to make people overthink things.
Like how Grandma Cooper didn't want me to know she wanted to see Jessica.
I couldn't help but sigh. "Thank you for your trouble, teacher. If Grandma Cooper comes again next time, if she wants to see Jessica, just let her. It's fine."
I nodded gently at the teacher.
Only then did the teacher breathe a sigh of relief. "Okay, okay. I've been so conflicted about this these past few days."
"Thank you, teacher, for caring so much about Jessica."
Jessica also politely thanked her, and only then did I take Jessica's hand and leave.
I lifted Jessica into the car, fastened her seatbelt in the child seat, and then sat down in the driver's seat.
Just as I was about to start the car, Jessica's confused and curious voice came from behind, "Mommy, is that great-grandma sitting in that car not far behind us?"
I looked through the rearview mirror.
The luxury car parked quietly by the roadside was so eye-catching.
That was the Cooper family's car.
Grandma Cooper must be sitting inside.
I looked away and turned to Jessica, asking gently, "It is Great-grandma. Do you want to go over and say hello to great-grandma?"
Jessica's face showed confusion.
Only then did I realize she actually didn't know what a great-grandma was.
Jessica had said "great-grandma" just now, only because the teacher and I had used that term.
I explained, "Great-grandma is daddy's grandma, and also Jessica's family member."
"Oh, I see. Jessica understands now." Jessica nodded seriously.
I looked at her warmly, waiting for her answer.
If Jessica wanted to go see her, I wouldn't refuse.
They were family, after all.
Jessica thought about it seriously for quite a while before slowly shaking her head. "Not today. I'll visit great-grandma next time when there's a chance."
"Okay, then let's go home." I nodded without saying more.
I've always respected my child's own decisions.
In the rearview mirror, the luxury car gradually became more and more distant.
After getting home, Jessica drew pictures in the living room while I cooked, lost in thought.
Since Grandma Cooper already knew about Jessica's identity, did that mean Jason knew too?
But wait, that didn't make sense! If Jason really knew, given his personality, he would definitely come straight over and confront me face-to-face. He couldn't possibly be this quiet.
My thoughts were all jumbled.
Suddenly, I felt pain in my hand, and I couldn't help but gasp.
Bright red blood gushed from the wound on my finger.
I'd been thinking too deeply just now and accidentally cut my hand.
I walked out of the kitchen and, by sheer coincidence, bumped into a solid chest.
"What happened to your hand?" Jason's sharp eyes spotted the wound. He grabbed my hand and pulled me outside. "Let's go treat the wound first."
I pressed my lips together, looking at him with hesitation.
The person I'd just been thinking about had appeared right in front of me the next moment.
My mind went blank.
I couldn't get a single word out.
Jason pulled my hand and led me to sit on the sofa. Seeing that I kept silent, he frowned and asked, "Where's the first aid kit?"
He waved his hand in front of me.
Only then did I answer, "In the cabinet."
Jason followed my directions to get the first aid kit and came back to bandage me.
The stinging sensation of the iodine touching the wound suddenly brought me back to reality. The man in front of me shouldn't be here right now.
"How did you get in?"
"Jessica opened the door for me," Jason spoke frankly, not seeming to think there was anything wrong with him constantly coming to my house.
Looking around, Jessica wasn't nearby.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, I still hadn't figured out how to tell Jason.
The fact that Grandma Cooper knew Jessica's identity had completely disrupted my original plan.
Jason lowered his eyes and carefully finished bandaging my wound, instructing, "Don't get the wound wet for the next few days. Let it heal properly."
I nodded slightly, my gaze moving over Jason's face again and again. Finally, I couldn't help but ask, "Did Grandma Cooper say anything to you?"
"Grandma Cooper?" Jason raised his eyebrows in surprise and said, "If you miss her, we can go see her right now."
So Grandma Cooper hadn't told Jason.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
But I'd forgotten something very important.
The man in front of me wasn't just my ex-boyfriend - he was also the person who understood me best in this world.
Seeing my expression was off, Jason narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "What's wrong? Did someone say something to you?"
I shook my head, not wanting to continue this topic. "Nothing."
Not wanting him to keep asking, I stood up to go to the kitchen to cook.
Jason stopped me, his brow furrowed tightly. "What I just told you - you've already forgotten?"
I looked at him helplessly and said, "Jessica and I haven't eaten yet. If you won't let me cook, what are we going to eat tonight?"
"I'll have the hotel deliver food," Jason spoke without hesitation.
He paused, then added, "Anyway, don't move around."
"No, the vegetables in the kitchen are basically all cut already. I don't want to waste food," I shook my head and said, "Plus, it's just a small injury. It won't stop me from cooking."
"Still no!" Unexpectedly, Jason still refused.
I shrugged and said, "This won't work, that won't work - why don't you give me a solution then?"
Jason stared at me.
Just when I thought he was going to compromise, he suddenly reached out toward me.
I froze.
I watched as Jason took off the apron I was wearing and put it on himself instead.
Under my stunned expression, Jason said calmly and seriously, "I'll cook."
"Do you know how?" I looked at Jason in surprise.
After all, it was really hard for me to imagine this privileged young master cooking.
"No." Jason shook his head, meeting my gaze frankly.
Just before I could speak, Jason added seriously, "But you can teach me."