Chapter 78

Chapter 78:

“What if he takes my baby away from me?” I asked weakly.

Luna Vivienne never liked me, but once she knows I have her grandchild, she would do whatever it takes to take him away from me. She tried to kill me once, and I’m sure she wouldn’t hesitate to do that again once she knows that her blood is involved with me.

“Do you think Christian would do that?” he asked with a relaxed smile.

“Christian might not do that, but I can’t say the same about his mother. She doesn’t like me, and I’m not ready to risk my son. If anything happens to him, I’m afraid I would never be able to live,” I said fearfully.

“Why don’t you trust his father and be assured that everything will be fine? I’m sure he would do whatever it takes to protect you, and once he knows that you have his son, he wouldn’t mind risking all he has for you two to be in safe hands. So trust your man,” he urged, sounding confident.

“Are you sure this is the best decision to make?” I asked again.

I made sure I survived because of that boy, and I will never be able to forgive myself if anything happens to him. But there’s something shocking here: how does Tristan know that Christian is his father when I have never told him anything about it?

“But how do you know Christian is his father? I don’t remember telling you about that. The only person I have ever told is Mr. Mico, and I’m sure he didn’t tell you about it because I begged him not to. So how did you find out?” I asked curiously.

“I’ll tell you that in the future, but obviously not now. Let’s go get him and leave in surprise too,” he said, holding my hand.

“By the way, what is Christian surprising me with? Is it a new car, roses, or what?” I asked, smiling as we walked into the mini mansion.

“Mommy!” My son called in his tiny voice, rushing towards me in excitement.

Did Tristan actually find out after checking him out with Christian? Because they both look alike. My bunny is a spitting image of his father, and it makes me jealous at times, but the deed is done. I can’t make him undergo a face surgery just because he looks like his father.

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“My bunny,” I said, playing with his chubby cheeks.

“Why are you here today?” he asked, withdrawing from the hug. He stood next to Tristan with his hands on his hips.

“I and your uncle are here to take you out. Don’t you want to go with us?” I asked, smiling nervously.

“I don’t want to go with you because you never visit me. So, I won’t make myself available now that you want me,” he said grumpily.

“Oh, I guess you’re angry then. What can I do to pacify my prince?” I asked playfully.

“How about ice cream, your favorite?” I asked, making him smile in acknowledgment.

“It is a promise then. Let’s go, uncle,” he said, walking back to Tristan. Such a betrayal. He doesn’t even have the time for his mother; this is heartbreaking.

We slowly walked into the dark mansion. It was unusually quiet, which made me worried, but the only reason I kept going in was because Tristan was still leading us.

“What exactly is going on?” I asked, grabbing my bunny’s hand protectively, but he didn’t seem to care.

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