Chapter 153

Matthew met Ronan's dangerous gaze, pouted his lips, rolled his eyes, and weakly said, "I'm called... called Matthew."

The man's thin lips curled up coldly as he looked at Lyra, and his devilishly low voice sounded, "Did you hear that? This is my son!"

He deliberately emphasized his son's name.

Lyra's heart skipped a beat!

Five years old.

Named Matthew.

Could it be her child from five years ago?

No, it couldn't be!

When that child was seven months old, she had a premature birth due to stimulation.

During the surgery, Ronan forced her to undergo a bone marrow donation.

Torin said that the child didn't make it, that he was dead.

Lyra's heart was in turmoil.

Was Matthew the child she had missed for five years?

Ronan stood there coldly.

He was backlit, his features completely hidden in shadow.

Lyra couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but she felt his deep black eyes, exceptionally cold and sharp.

"You're Mia Vale?" Ronan's lips slightly curled, his voice as ch