Chapter 1The Cryogenic Wife

I am the male lead's Late Wife who died early.

Fifteenth year after death, the System resurrected me, asked me to save that child on the rooftop.

"He is your biological flesh and blood, if you don't care about him, he really has nothing."

But I have been bad-tempered and spoiled since childhood, only others serving me.

So I stepped on high heels walked over, grabbed his collar: "Don't seek life and death here, cowardly just like your dad."

"Where is he? Don't know I came back still not come pick me up?"

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The teenager quietly looked at me, expression seemed to have a moment of blankness, but soon recovered, became a piece of ripple-less water surface again.

He slightly tilted his head, don't know thinking what.

I impatiently tsked a sound, ordered him: "Call Julian Vance."

He passed a good while then fished out phone, pressed a number.

Phone ring rang half minute, finally issued no answer prompt sound.

I narrowed eyes: "Julian actually dare not answer phone? Guts big ah!"

Caleb seemed already used to it, just about to put phone away.

I directly took over, connected called three four more.

Phone finally connected, but was a crisp female voice: "Sorry, Mr. Vance is working, please do not disturb."

Finished just hung up, didn't give me a chance.

I just wanted smash phone, suddenly remembered this is not my thing.

Raised hand forcefully put down, I grinded teeth hatefully said.

"Good ah this guy, wait for me!"

Caleb pulled my sleeve, seeing me puzzled look over, his glass-like eyes lightly looked at me, then said two words.

"Go back."

On way back, I and System confirmed again: "This mute bottle really is my son?"

I told Caleb taxi sit uncomfortable, he 'mn' a sound.

I said dislike driver breathing sound, rhythm too messy listen upset, he 'mn' a sound.

I said clothes on him too ugly, lower my grade, he still 'mn' a sound.

Later I angry cursed, asked Julian that bastard exactly rolled where when. He finally lifted eyes look me, eyelash slight tremble, voice very light said two words.

"Business trip."

I almost angered to death.

A stick can't hit out a fart, speak a word like want his life.

How look also not like my son's character.

When he was two years old could noisy Julian whole night sleepless, clearly same temper as me, where like this mute gourd in front.

[Host, please slightly understand him. This child suffers from severe psychological illness, language communication barrier is just one manifestation.]

I pursed lips, looking at Caleb thin figure, dim eyes, angered heart pain.

In fifteen years I absent, Julian this bastard exactly how raised child!

Back home, I first went my room turned a circle.

Very good, still same layout as fifteen years ago, my things one didn't miss.

Just in shoe cabinet at door, added a pair of light green lady slippers.

I scanned one eye, found is shoes match my style, so didn't think much.

Wait I finished checking a circle then found, Caleb this kid don't know run where.

His room door was locked.

I frowned, directly took key opened door.

Room pitch black, neither light on, curtain also pulled tight, not see a bit light.

Living room light follow door move shine in, only see a lonely figure alone sit before window.

I tap tap tap walked over, slap a sound turned on light, crossed arms sat in front of Caleb.

Caleb blankly sat there, eyes staring one direction blink not blink, don't know looking what.

Eyes obscure no light.

I stared at him, spit out three words.

"I hungry."

Caleb seemed finally detect my existence, hear my words, he lowered head took out phone ordered a DoorDash.

"I don't eat DoorDash!"

"Julian everyday just let you solve three meals like this?"

Caleb put phone down, lowered head, again ignored people.

I irritable grabbed a handful hair, turned walk out, couldn't help complain to System.

"Such a broken situation, might as well let me dead."

Behind me, Caleb lifted eyes look over, eyelash slight tremble.