My Mother Said She Was a Systems Transmigrator. If She Couldn't Make My Father Fall in Love With Her, She Would Be Erased. Chapter 2

To stop me from playing on her phone, Mom had set a passcode. I couldn't use it to call Dad.

I held the phone up to Mom's face, but it didn't unlock with Face ID like it usually did.

I said to the phone, "Siri, I won't watch cartoons in secret anymore. Please open, I need to call Dad."

But Siri ignored me.

I went to knock on Mrs. Miller's door, but no one was home.

So, I climbed back onto the bed and lay next to Mom, just watching her.

Mom was beautiful. Even asleep, she looked prettier than the fairy princesses on TV.

Dad used to watch her sleep too. He would scoop her up from my bed and carry her to their room.

He would nibble her neck like a puppy. Mom was terrified of dogs, but she never pushed him away.

The next morning, Mom would always wake up late, rushing around the kitchen to make breakfast for me and Dad.

Adults always say little kids don't remember things, but I remember everything.

I remember that no matter how chaotic the mornings were, Mom's eyes were always smiling.

But Dad never smiled. He would just sit there scrolling through his phone. After breakfast, he would head to his firm and drop me off at preschool on the way.

The teachers at preschool loved it when Dad dropped me off. I heard them whispering that my dad was the most handsome dad of all—tall, rich, and looking like a movie star.

They also said he was ice-cold and ignored everyone, and that he would be absolutely perfect if he were just a little warmer.

I thought they were wrong. Leo's dad was the best.

Every time Leo's dad dropped him off, he carried him on his shoulders. That was so cool.

My dad just lifted me out of his SUV and told me to walk inside by myself.