Five years ago, when Lyra was wheeled out of the operating room, he was injected with a sedative by the hospital doctors because his emotions were too intense. Now, upon reflection, it's clear that doctors at the Mayo Medical Center would never have had the audacity to do such a thing. Moreover, he secluded himself for several days, and when he emerged, Lyra's body had already been cremated. Was the rush to cremate her, not an attempt to destroy evidence? At the time, Matthew had just been born prematurely, and his health was much weaker than that of a full-term baby. For the sake of his son, he gradually pulled himself together. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that there were too many strange aspects to the whole affair. When he first saw Mia Vale, he almost thought he was dreaming. He could be certain that Mia Vale was Lyra, his deceased wife of five years. Some might argue that there could be people who look so similar in the world. But he could swear one hund
"I finished my business and came over. I am your guardian, it's perfectly normal for me to come and find you," Ronan replied loftily. Matthew was almost driven crazy by his clueless father, wearing a face full of disdain, completely unwilling to hide it. "I'm already grown up, I don't need a guardian!" Ronan looked down at him disdainfully. Matthew tilted his head up to meet his gaze and realized just how much shorter he was compared to his father. Damn, being short was a disadvantage; he felt completely overshadowed by his dad! Matthew deflated, feeling disappointed. He had planned to confess to Mia today. How could he do it with his dad around? The standoff between father and son intensified, the tension thickening. Lyra stood awkwardly on the side. Ronan was already here, she couldn't just ask him to leave! So she delicately said, "Matthew and I are going to have dinner now. I've already reserved a table at the restaurant." The implication was clear: there's no seat reserve
Matthew nervously snatched the phone, only to find that it hadn't been dialed at all. "Dad, you lied to me!" The little guy immediately became furious. "So what if I lied to you?" Ronan snorted. "Lying makes your nose grow longer!" "Hmph, that's just a scare tactic..." Ronan initially wanted to say it was just to scare the kid, but then thought better of it. He couldn't say that, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to scare his son in the future. With a smug expression, he said, "That kind of thing only works on children, it does not affect me." "You lied, the teacher says everyone is the same!" "Ignorant little brat!" The two of them argued back and forth, refusing to give in to each other, leaving Lyra dumbfounded. She hadn't expected this father and son pair to argue so immaturely for a full ten minutes. Matthew was only five years old. But Ronan? Lyra's eye twitched. Was he really this immature, arguing with a child? Suddenly, she understood. So, this was how they interac
Lyra felt warm inside. But she also felt a bit worried, afraid that Matthew might do something mischievous. Seeing the little guy's confident demeanor, Lyra didn't want to discourage him, so she just nodded. Ronan gave his son a deep look, then tapped the table and called the waiter, "Get the manager over here." Soon the manager came over, saying politely, "Hello, is there anything wrong? Is it about the food or the service?" Matthew felt ignored and immediately became displeased. Why did the manager only speak to Dad when he came in? He was being completely ignored! Matthew climbed onto the stool (his short legs couldn't reach), put his hand in his pocket, and leaned to the side, looking arrogant and just like a miniature version of Ronan. "The hygiene in this restaurant is terrible!" Matthew looked down at the manager disdainfully. The manager was momentarily stunned, seeing that the two adults didn't speak, then turned his gaze to the little guy. Politely, the manager as
The manager was stunned. He had originally intended to have the waitress apologize, at most firing her. But he didn't expect Matthew to demand that the waitress shave her head! This waitress was his niece, and they had a somewhat ambiguous relationship, having rolled in the sheets before she was promoted to head waitress. Firing her in front of Ronan and his group would just be for show. But shaving her head would be going too far. "This request is difficult to fulfill," the manager said through gritted teeth. "Is it?" Matthew mimicked Ronan's posture, squinting at the manager. "Can we change the punishment to something else? Treating a girl like this is a bit..." The manager hesitated. "Change it?" Matthew scoffed. "Change it to shutting down this restaurant?" Matthew's cold smirk was just like Ronan's. The manager trembled under his intimidating aura, realizing that this little devil was not easy to deal with. The manager looked at Ronan with a troubled expression. "Mr.
"At dinner, no talking!" Ronan's cold voice rang out. The long-ignored Ronan raised an eyebrow, meeting Lyra's eyes. He was the child's father, and she had no reason to stop him from teaching his son how to eat. Lyra pursed her lips, unable to say anything. Matthew's mouth opened, and the meatball in his hand pitifully dropped to the floor. Dad's temper was getting harder and harder to handle. Dad must be jealous of his sweet moments with Mia! With resentment, Matthew haphazardly scooped up a few bites of rice. After dinner, the little guy jumped off the chair. "Dad, I'm going to the bathroom!" "Okay." "Mia, I'll be right back!" As soon as the little guy left, the private room was left with only Lyra and Ronan. The atmosphere suddenly became awkward, and even breathing seemed difficult. Lyra picked up her water glass and took a sip, while Ronan thoughtfully looked at the glass in her hand. "I heard Miss Mia is a teacher?" Ronan suddenly asked. "Yes." Why wasn't Matthew
"You probably have about five seconds to consider," Ronan said casually. "A kiss! I'll kiss!" Lyra gritted her teeth. She didn't want Matthew to see this scene, so she had to agree. Just pretend she was kissing Matthew! Lyra clenched her lips tightly, glaring at the despicable man in front of her as if she could spew fire from her eyes. Ronan nonchalantly moved closer to her, making it easier for her to kiss him. Lyra gritted her teeth. If Matthew saw this, she would be so embarrassed. But to kiss Ronan voluntarily was something she strongly resisted. "Do you kiss or not?" Ronan leaned against the wall with both hands, trapping her in his embrace, raising an eyebrow. "Or should I wait for you to give me a demonstration?" Lyra bit her lip tightly, her eyes filled with disgust and struggle. "Mia, I'm back!" Just as Matthew pushed open the door to the private room, Ronan suddenly grabbed her and pulled her behind the screen. "Huh! Where's Mia? Why isn't Dad here?" Matthew swi
If five years ago, he hadn't made that wrong decision. Then now, would his wife and son be happily surrounding him? Ronan squinted his eyes, refusing to shift his gaze away for even a moment, as if blinking would make all the beauty before him disappear. Lyra and Matthew approached, with Matthew in a very cheerful mood, greeting proactively, "Good morning, Dad!" Lyra stood by, somewhat awkwardly pursing her lips, saying nothing. After looking at her for a moment, Ronan suddenly, without a word, grabbed Matthew by the back of his collar, lifting his whole small body and throwing him into the back seat. Matthew's short legs kicked in dissatisfaction, and he grumbled loudly, "Dad, how could you just throw me like that? Mia will see, and I'll be embarrassed!" The man gave him a cold glance. Matthew shrank his neck, not daring to speak further. He pressed the car window button, chubby little hands resting on the window sill, revealing his adorable little head. "Mia, bye!" "Goodb