At these words, the entire class turned their gaze towards them.
This beautiful lady is Matthew's mom, and this handsome man with long legs is Matthew's dad.
His parents personally come to pick him up from school and even take him out for a movie and dinner.
Matthew is so lucky!
In the envy-filled eyes of his classmates, Matthew dashed towards Ronan.
With swift movements, he pushed aside the little round-headed kid clinging to his dad's leg and then reached up, grabbing his dad's strong arm.
"Dad, did you come to pick me up from school?" Matthew's face was full of anticipation, his voice soft and cute.
Ronan's dark eyes glanced down at his son, about to lift him as usual.
Lyra immediately placed her hand on Ronan's arm, intervening, "Wait!"
Having been a teacher for so long, she could somewhat understand children's psychology.
She could tell that these kids were all looking at Matthew with envy.
But she had already promised Matthew and couldn't back out now. "Mia, hurry up and get in the car." Matthew waved his chubby little hand towards her, calling out loudly for her to hurry over. "Coming." Lyra gritted her teeth and reluctantly got into the car. Ronan satisfactorily closed the rear doors and went to the front to drive. They went to a Haidilao hotpot restaurant and had a wonderful time eating. It wasn't until Matthew's belly was round and full, and Lyra stopped him, that he reluctantly put down his chopsticks. Haidilao was just too delicious, no wonder his classmates praised it! After finishing at Haidilao, they went directly to the movie theater on the fifth floor of the mall. Although Matthew felt his dad was a bit of a hindrance, like a third wheel. But thinking that this was his dad's first time taking him to the movies, he felt happy. "Dad, I want popcorn!" Matthew pointed at the
Ronan looked at Lyra meaningfully, curling his lips with a hint of suggestion as he said, "Have you ever heard the saying, 'Anything is possible'?" "I've only heard 'What's done is done.'" Lyra turned her face away, looking out the window, refusing to look at him anymore. Neither of them spoke again until the car reached the residential area where Lyra lived. Reluctantly, Lyra let go of Matthew and then got out of the car. Ronan turned his head to see his son lying on the back seat, his little head resting on a pillow, mouth slightly open, drooling as he slept. He took off his coat and covered his son with it. Matthew seemed to be surrounded by the cold breath of a man in his dream, his eyebrows furrowing tightly. "Mia..." Matthew murmured. He was dreaming, dreaming that Mia was holding his hand, playing on the grass. They played with building blocks, played with sand, ran hand in hand, very happy. Matth
"What are you going to do now?" Damien Cross asked curiously. Ronan remained silent, not speaking, his slender fingers lightly shaking the glass in his hand. His expression was unreadable, and Damien Cross couldn't tell what he was thinking. "The events of five years ago were indeed your fault," Damien Cross sighed. "I saw Cordelia Locke a few days ago..." "Don't mention her to me!" Ronan frowned fiercely, his face full of unspoken disgust and dislike. He had once considered Cordelia Locke the most important person. He even forced Lyra to donate bone marrow to save her. It resulted in Lyra faking her death and fleeing. But just because he was temporarily ousted from ZenithVentures, Cordelia Locke quickly followed Dorian Ashford. Later, he regained control of ZenithVentures through his efforts, and Cordelia Locke shamelessly came back to reconcile with him. Even though Cordelia Locke had saved his life be
"Mia!" Matthew shouted excitedly as he spread his two short legs, wanting to run towards Lyra. However, Ronan's iron-like hand firmly gripped him, and Matthew had to deflate, saying, "Mia, can you come out?" Only then did Ronan satisfactorily release his hand. Dad was sneaky! "Matthew, you're here," Lyra smiled as she walked over. Seeing Ronan there too, she couldn't help but furrow her brows lightly, choosing to ignore him. "Mia, I miss you so much. Now we can see each other every day!" Matthew said happily. Thinking about being able to see the little guy every day, Lyra was also very happy and said with a smile, "That's wonderful!" Being ignored, Ronan coughed lightly and said with a hooked lip, "I have work to do, and we've just moved to B City. There's no one at home to take care of Matthew. I'd like to ask Teacher Mia if you could help take care of my son for a few days?" Lyra hesitated for a moment. Did th
Matthew felt like the sky was about to collapse. The rival was so tall and handsome, and he was still young, definitely not comparable. What should he do? Right! The enemy of his enemy is his friend, so he just needed to bring his dad into the picture! Matthew naively said, "But I think Uncle isn't good. Compared to Uncle, isn't my dad taller and more handsome?" Lyra lowered her head to wipe him dry with a towel, remaining silent. Seeing this, Matthew continued, "If you don't like either of them, you can choose me! I'm young, so I'll live for a long time! Do you like me?" Lyra couldn't help but kiss him on the cheek and smiled, "Of course, I like you!" "Is it like that?" the little guy continued to ask. "Yes, it's the most like!" With the promise, Matthew was overjoyed! As for the tall and handsome rival outside, he didn't care much anymore. After bathing, and lying in bed, Lyra t
The next day, Matthew woke up and nervously realized that Lyra was missing. He hurriedly got out of bed, his chubby feet hitting the floor as he searched everywhere. When he saw Lyra making breakfast in the kitchen, he breathed a sigh of relief. "Mia!" he called out in a soft and cute voice. Lyra wiped her hands, "Hurry up and get dressed, wash up, and come eat breakfast." "Oh!" Matthew turned his head and saw the rival in the kitchen. Oh no! Was this rival a fox spirit? Why was he always hanging around Mia? Matthew ate breakfast unhappily, constantly fidgeting around Lyra. Sometimes he wanted milk, sometimes he wanted eggs. He deliberately showed intimacy in front of the rival. Lyra fulfilled his every request. Matthew secretly glanced at the rival, feeling like he had outsmarted this fox spirit. After breakfast, when Lyra went to tidy up the kitchen, the atmosphere in th
Matthew was pale with fear, his hands tightly clutching Torin's neck, unable to recover for a while. After a long time, he looked up and saw a pair of extremely anxious eyes. Originally, Matthew wanted to act tough and say it was nothing, but seeing Torin so nervous and worried, he swallowed hard, "I'm fine... It doesn't hurt at all." "It's good that you're okay, you scared me to death!" Torin didn't hide his panic and fear. At the moment when Matthew landed, he was almost scared out of his wits. He couldn't imagine how heartbroken Lyra would be if Matthew got hurt. And how could he explain to Lyra? "Matthew! Matthew!" Lyra pushed aside the staff blocking her and ran over with a choked voice. As soon as she saw Matthew, she hugged him tightly. "Mia, I'm fine, don't cry." Matthew recovered and saw Lyra's pale face, holding him tightly and crying nervously. "Uncle Torin, we have professiona
Torin walked downstairs, where his patiently waiting driver and attendant politely opened the car door. The gentle expression on Torin's face completely disappeared, replaced by a noble and composed demeanor. It made people unable to help but feel respect and closeness. "Your Excellency, today's incident was too dangerous," the attendant said. "It's a critical time for your presidential campaign, Your Excellency must remain vigilant at all times and cannot afford to make any mistakes." Torin replied lightly, "I am prudent." After Torin's car left, a black car parked in a secluded spot flashed with infrared light. A man cautiously looked at the photos in the camera, fantastic, he didn't expect to dig up such explosive news! The next day, a headline in a newspaper in S country read: "Explosive Revelation! Royal heir, the presidential candidate already has an illegitimate child!" The photo in the news captured a scene at t