Yerick drove, taking Wesley away from the house.It was only then that Wesley realized the place Yerick had brought him to was desolate, with only a small house in sight. The area was so remote that there were no streetlights."Yerry, why did you buy a house here?" Wesley asked."It's quiet. I like it," Yerick replied."It's quiet, alright, but it's so isolated and with no shops nearby. Did you live here before?" Wesley asked."Godfather, this is just a place I come to when I want to clear my head. Plus, with a car, it's easy to go anywhere," Yerick explained.They had been driving for about ten minutes, but through the car window, Wesley still hadn't seen any other residents. It felt eerily silent.After a while, the car came to a stop. There were lights here now, but they didn't seem like public streetlights."Godfather, let's get out. My mom is just ahead."Wesley got out of the car, and the two of them, holding flowers, walked down a small path in front of them.Wesley looked aroun
Wesley looked at Yerick, who was kneeling on the ground, and his heart ached.He painfully closed his eyes, wanting to say something, but he couldn't bring himself to speak the words at the tip of his tongue."Mom, why did you die without telling me who my father is? Were you afraid I would hate him? I did hate him, but now I'm all alone. How I wish I could find my real father. Even though I'd be angry at him, I think I would forgive him, as long as…as long as he's willing to accept me as his son."Wesley opened his eyes, a flicker of hope flashing in his gaze. Finally, he released the emotions he had been holding back. "Yerry, I'm your father."Yerick turned to look at Wesley, his eyes wide with shock. "What did you say?"Wesley crouched down, knelt on one knee, and held Yerick's hand tightly. "I am your biological father. I'm sorry for only telling you now, Yerry.""You're my biological father? Why… Why you? You're my godfather!" Yerick's expression was one of disbelief."Yerry, tha
Curled up under the covers, Rosalie Young gently caressed her belly. After a while, she breathed a sigh of relief.Thankfully, the baby was okay.When he came home last night, Theodore Spencer had wanted to be intimate. As the couple hadn't seen each other for two months, Rosalie couldn't bear to refuse him.Theodore had already woken up and washed up. He was wearing a gray custom suit that perfectly fit his tall and slender body, giving him an elegant and charming air. Currently, he was sitting in a chair with a tablet in hand. His fingers slid gracefully across the screen, exuding a hint of laziness and sensuality.Rosalie was wrapped tightly in the blanket with only her head exposed.When Theodore noticed her staring at him, he calmly asked, "Are you awake? Let's have breakfast.""Okay."Rosalie put on her pajamas, blushing as she crawled out of bed.In the dining room, Rosalie kept pushing her food around her plate as she caressed her belly with one hand. After a while, she
Rosalie lowered her head, smiling bitterly.What else could she ask for? She was sure she had exhausted all the luck in her life to get a chance to marry the man before her.Her parents were ordinary employees at SK Enterprise. They had been trapped in the control room during a fire, but had managed to shut down the critical systems before they died. Their actions prevented the release of toxic substances and avoided more casualties.The media had reported on the incident for several days straight, sharing recordings of her parents' last conversation with the outside world.Orphaned at the age of ten, Rosalie was taken in by her aunt, who was the only option available. However, the woman smoked, drank, and gambled. A year later, Rosalie’s aunt squandered all the money SK Enterprise had given the young girl to compensate for the loss of her parents.When Rosalie was eleven years old, her aunt dumped her at the doorstep of SK Enterprise.Clutching her backpack tightly to her chest,
"I didn't mean it that way," Rosalie snapped, feeling a bit angry.If she had meant it like that, she wouldn’t have let him touch her last night, especially since she was pregnant.Without saying anything else, Theodore carried her back to the bedroom and placed her gently on the bed. His movements were tender and caring, causing Rosalie to desperately hold back her tears.As he straightened her clothes, his large hands inadvertently brushed against her belly. Rosalie's heart skipped a beat. She quickly grabbed his hand and pushed it away. Her lower abdomen was still very flat, but instinctively, she felt guilty and was worried about being discovered.Theodore paused at her actions. "What's wrong?"Was she not letting him touch her now because they were about to get a divorce?"It's nothing. I just didn't sleep well and am feeling a bit dizzy," Rosalie explained, giving an excuse."Shall I call a doctor? You don't look too good."Theodore reached out and touched her forehead. S
"Yes, I still see you as a brother, just like you see me as a sister."Rosalie's throat grew increasingly tight, to the point where she could hardly produce another sound. If she could, she would have lifted the covers and rushed into his arms.She would tearfully tell him, "I've never seen you as a brother. I love you!"Instead, she restrained herself from doing something so pathetic. His heart belonged to another woman. Since that was the case, why should she lower herself and beg him like that?"That's good. Now, you can find a man you truly love,” Theodore said calmly with a faint smile.Rosalie's heart ached painfully again, but she forced a smile. "Yeah... That's great."Theodore could openly be with his first love now."Rose," he suddenly called out."Yeah?" Rosalie managed to reply in a strained tone."I..." Theodore suddenly stopped.Rosalie remained silent as she waited for him to continue."I'm leaving first. Get some rest, okay?"With that, Theodore turned and l
Yuvan straightened up and said, "There are typos in the documents. I need to take them back for corrections, sorry."Rosalie fell silent. Typos?For a moment, she had thought things would turn around for her. Hah... she was still clinging to ridiculous fantasies.After Yuvan left, Rosalie returned to her room. She didn't know how she had endured this day. She had eaten lunch and dinner properly. She hadn't experienced severe morning sickness yet, but perhaps due to excessive sadness or overeating, she vomited particularly violently that night.She cried while vomiting. In the end, she curled up on the floor as she trembled violently.It was almost midnight. In the past, if Theodore had something to do and couldn't return home by ten o'clock, he would always call her to let her know where he was. It looked like he wouldn't be doing it anymore.Suddenly, a ringtone echoed through the room.As the ringtone echoed louder and clearer, Rosalie’s ears perked up. She scrambled up from t
Rosalie's mind suddenly went blank."You're what?" Theodore asked.Rosalie closed her eyes in despair. Earlier today, he had accused her of being impatient to sever ties with him, insisting they were not divorced yet. But clearly, he was the one who was eager to be with Cynthia!"I'm tired. I'm going to sleep."The cruel reality shattered Rosalie's courage. She could never match up to Cynthia. She wasn't even worthy of being the other woman’s opponent because, to Theodore, Cynthia was the only one for him.To think Rosalie still wanted to salvage this marriage. It was truly laughable!"Alright. Get some sleep." Theodore's voice remained indifferent, devoid of any discernible emotion.After ending the call, Rosalie collapsed on the bed and wept bitterly."Theo, I’m two months pregnant," she muttered.-The next day, Rosalie woke up feeling groggy. Checking the time, she noted it was already noon. Her body felt sore as she got out of bed. Just as she finished washing up, the ph
Wesley looked at Yerick, who was kneeling on the ground, and his heart ached.He painfully closed his eyes, wanting to say something, but he couldn't bring himself to speak the words at the tip of his tongue."Mom, why did you die without telling me who my father is? Were you afraid I would hate him? I did hate him, but now I'm all alone. How I wish I could find my real father. Even though I'd be angry at him, I think I would forgive him, as long as…as long as he's willing to accept me as his son."Wesley opened his eyes, a flicker of hope flashing in his gaze. Finally, he released the emotions he had been holding back. "Yerry, I'm your father."Yerick turned to look at Wesley, his eyes wide with shock. "What did you say?"Wesley crouched down, knelt on one knee, and held Yerick's hand tightly. "I am your biological father. I'm sorry for only telling you now, Yerry.""You're my biological father? Why… Why you? You're my godfather!" Yerick's expression was one of disbelief."Yerry, tha
Yerick drove, taking Wesley away from the house.It was only then that Wesley realized the place Yerick had brought him to was desolate, with only a small house in sight. The area was so remote that there were no streetlights."Yerry, why did you buy a house here?" Wesley asked."It's quiet. I like it," Yerick replied."It's quiet, alright, but it's so isolated and with no shops nearby. Did you live here before?" Wesley asked."Godfather, this is just a place I come to when I want to clear my head. Plus, with a car, it's easy to go anywhere," Yerick explained.They had been driving for about ten minutes, but through the car window, Wesley still hadn't seen any other residents. It felt eerily silent.After a while, the car came to a stop. There were lights here now, but they didn't seem like public streetlights."Godfather, let's get out. My mom is just ahead."Wesley got out of the car, and the two of them, holding flowers, walked down a small path in front of them.Wesley looked aroun
After Theodore calmed down, he looked up and said toward the door, "Someone, come in."The bodyguard walked in. "Mr. Spencer, how can I assist you?""Contact my father and tell him I have urgent matters to discuss. Ask him to come over.""Understood."The bodyguard immediately went out to make the call. After a while, he returned, saying, "Mr. Theodore, I couldn't reach Mr. Wesley. His phone is turned off.""Can't reach him?"The bodyguard nodded. "Yes. His phone is switched off.""Keep trying. Call the company, call his home. We need to find him."Theodore suddenly had an ominous premonition.-Wesley slowly opened his eyes, smelling a faint floral fragrance.He sat up from the bed and turned his head to see a diffuser nearby. It was letting off a swirling mist. Feeling a bit dizzy, and he glanced at the unfamiliar surroundings.He got out of bed. Where was this place?Just then, the door opened, and Yerick walked in. "Godfather, you're awake.""Yerry, where are we? Didn't we just hav
"You make it sound so easy. How do you know Sebastian wouldn't do such a thing? Do you know what he did to me? He tried to kill me several times! Do you think he will treat my son any better?"Theodore shoved him away and staggered.Justin quickly supported him, saying, "I know Sebastian isn't a good person, but this child isn't just yours. It's also Rose's. He loves Rose very much. He wants to be with her, so he wouldn't be stupid enough to harm Steve.""What if…""What if he really harms Steve?" Justin immediately said. "Don't worry. I'll tear Sebastian to pieces if that happens, and I'll give my life for it!""Give your life for it?" Theodore scoffed, "Do you think you can handle that?"Justin helped Theodore back onto the bed. "Just watch the video first."Justin turned to leave."Where are you going?" Theodore immediately asked.Justin paused at the door and turned back, saying, "I'm going to bring Steve to you.""Wait a moment." Theodore called out to him."What is it now? If you
Loving someone was inherently painful, especially when one didn't realize one's feelings at the start. It was only after losing the person that one woke up to the truth, but by then, the loss was final and irreversible.Things had already happened, and no amount of pain could bring back what was lost."Justin, what are you still doing here? Are you here to watch me suffer? Get out! Go! Tell Rose I will settle this with her. I'm not done with her. I will fight for custody. Steve is my child. I will take him home!"Theodore's heart was filled with hatred."I'm looking for Rose too, but I can't find her. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come to you," Justin replied.Theodore froze. "What did you say?""Do you really think I came here to show off? I came because Rose's gone. If I could find her, I wouldn't have come to you. I tried to reach you before, but you were in surgery. Now that you're awake, I need you to get your emotions in check. What I'm about to tell you is even bigger than the fact
If the mysterious pregnancy and DNA test reports still left him with some doubts, hearing Justin's words in person—that Steve was indeed his son—completely erased any lingering suspicion. What replaced it was an overwhelming pain.Theodore had once wondered what it would be like if Steve were his son. He had even wondered if Steve could possibly be his son.However, thinking back to everything that had happened between him and Rosalie, he became afraid. He was afraid that if he thought too much about it, he might just be deluding himself. What would he do then?After all, when they met in Melrine, he had seen Rosalie, Sebastian, and Steve eating together at a restaurant. Theodore had watched as Sebastian and Steve interacted like father and son. His first instinct was that Rosalie and Sebastian had a child together.And Rosalie hadn't denied it. She had implicitly accepted it, which led Theodore to believe that Steve was indeed Sebastian's son.Theodore thought about his interactions w
Justin's eyes flashed with a hint of confusion. He lowered his head and saw the papers that had fallen at his feet. He bent down and picked them up.Upon seeing the contents, he asked in surprise, "Where did you get this from?""You're asking me?" Theodore sneered. "Justin, are you the one behind this? Are you deliberately causing trouble by sending these things in Rose's name?"The more Justin listened, the more confused he became. Suddenly, he noticed an envelope on the nightstand. He picked it up and, upon seeing the sender's name, glanced back at the report in his hand."This definitely wasn't sent by Rose.""Not sent by her? Then where is she now? I can't get through to her phone. Tell her I need to see her. I want to talk to her, especially about Steve. I need to know if he's Sebastian's child or mine. I want to do the paternity test myself!"Whether the contents of the mail were true or not, Theodore was determined to investigate this matter personally. He had always assumed St
Theodore thought he was dreaming.His hands were trembling as he held the documents. He repeatedly examined the pregnancy test report and the DNA test report.The result showed that Steve was his biological son.What on earth was going on?The pregnancy test report was from a year and a half ago, but the DNA test report was from just a week ago.How could this be?"Mr. Spencer, are you alright?" The assistant noticed Theodore's abnormal behavior and was somewhat concerned. He didn't dare look at the contents of the documents, as this was Theodore's mail."My phone. Where's my phone?" Theodore asked."Mr. Spencer, your phone was destroyed in the car accident. I'll get you a replacement.""Wait. Give me your phone. Quickly!""Okay." The assistant immediately handed his phone to Theodore.Theodore knew Rosalie's number by heart, of course. He quickly dialed it."Sorry, the number you've dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later."Was her phone turned off?The mail showed it
But what difference did it make? Theodore felt nothing for Cynthia—at most, just guilt."Theo, I'm not asking to be with you again, but I hope that I can see you often. That's all I want. As long as I know you're alright.""I just want to be alone for a while. Please leave," Theodore replied weakly. "Can I still visit you?"After a moment of silence, Theodore said, "Maybe in a few days. I just want to be alone now.""Alright, I'll give you some space to calm down. I'll visit you again. I hope we can still be friends. Oh, by the way..." Cynthia took a small gift box from her bag and placed it on the bedside table. "This is a gift I made for you.""What's this?" Theodore asked.Cynthia opened the box to reveal a red braided bracelet."I made this for you. Can I put it on you? It'll keep you safe and bring you good health."Theodore was indifferent. "Do you really believe in this kind of thing?""Theo, whether you believe in it or not, it's still my sincere wish. I spent the whole night