JASMINE'S POV
Diana's son, Marco, was also enrolled at the school which made me nervous. Since he was a year older than Tony, he was a grade above him. So at least they weren't in the same class. However, they would still occasionally bump into each other. I worried for Tony when they bumped into each other. I wondered if it was awkward for them.
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After we had dinner, we cleaned up and then I had him prepare for bed.
"Are you always going to spend time with me like this?" he then asked me as I tucked him into his bed.
In my past life I had let the stress of the Keith, Diana situation get to me. In the past, I typically would talk and briefly be with him before I would continue to devise ways to get Keith to make Tony the heir. I didn't spend THIS much time with him. He must be surprised by how I was suddenly so available.
However, in this life now knowing how things end, I wanted to give him my undivided attention. I wanted no regrets this time. If Keith's path was a dead end, then let me choose a path that definitely wouldn't be.
I smiled as I looked into his eyes and nodded. "Yes, it's going to be like this from now on," I assured him.
He began to laugh. "I'm so happy!" he said.
"Why? Didn't do anything
"It's so much more fun when you're here."
Hearing that almost made me tear up. I felt guilty again that I had been oblivious to how he felt. After talking to him for a bit, I put him to sleep and then quietly left his room. Once again before bed I finished up working on my CV.
The following day I woke up early to help Anthony prepare for school as well as to prepare myself to send out job applications.
After breakfast I left the house with Tony as I rushed to get him to school. Since we were using public transport, I worried we would get there late on top of having to face Yorkshire city's busy traffic. Upon arriving, on time luckily, I lead tony into school
The school was beautiful, sophisticatedly designed and large. It was like a university campus with how big it was, maybe even bigger. Part of the reason was there were three school divisions that made up the school. A daycare, a primary school, and a high school. So the wealthy could easily keep their children in one place through the different stages of their education.
By the entrance of the school building I saw fancy car after fancy car pass by and drop off a child. Not a single child didn't have a driver. All these children were from rich families, of course they all had drivers. I must have been the only bring to bring my child myself, let alone with public transport. Tony must be so embarrassed.
As I walked my son to the entrance, I noticed a few of the parents who had come out of their cars to say goodbye to their kids looking at me and my son. The judgement was clear in their eyes.
It wasn't hard to know what they were thinking. That's the woman whose husband kicked her out of the house. I just felt bad Tony was also being affected. I knew many of them, either they used to be my friends or were Keith's friends.
"Alright, enjoy your day at school. I'll come pick you up later," I quickly said to Tony, not wanting him to have to spend too much time with me as we got judged.
Tony nodded his head in acknowledgement, but he didn't say anything. Whether it was embarrassment or fear; I didn't know, but I understood, nonetheless. I then watched him walk off and enter the school building.
I then turned away and walked away, leaving the school, feeling all the eyes on me as I walked away. I didn't mind the stares and being judged; however, I was worried for Tony to an extent.
From the school, I then went into the Yorkshire city centre and went to the various companies I had researched that had job openings. At each company I presented myself and my application. It was late in the afternoon when I was done with the last company I had to visit. I crossed my fingers as I hoped I would be accepted into one of the positions.
Checking the time, it was 14:30pm in about an hour I would have to pick up Tony who was finishing at 16:00. I decided to have lunch and then get him.
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Upon arriving home, after I cleaned up and had Tony do the same; I then began making dinner as he did his homework.
As we ate dinner, I tried to make conversation, but he didn't say much, his responses were short. Tony hadn't spoken much to me since I picked him up from school. Unlike yesterday when he was full of energy and extremely talkative today, he seemed to be in a bad mood.
My expression fell upon noticing this. I suppose school really depressed him. My mind then began to race as I thought of what I could do to help him in this situation.
"Tony, is everything okay?" I tried to ask him.
"I'm fine mum," he responded in a low voice, clearly, he was lying to me. I felt sad that he didn't feel comfortable opening up to me.
At bedtime I went to tuck him in I could only hope that sleeping would help him wake up feeling more positive, but then I realized he would be returning to the place that made him depressed.
He got into his blankets it then I noticed his pyjama top was buttoned up wrongly.
Was he so upset he hadn't noticed? I wondered.
"Your buttons are done all wrong" I said to him as I brought my hand to his pyjama's and unbuttoned one of the misbuttoned parts. Doing so I was then met with a dark purple mark that was on his chest.
His hand quickly grabbed mine to stop me from continuing. However, I had already seen the mark.