Kyla exclaimed, âMartin Weiss! Why is Nelson with you? Where are you now?â
âIâm showing Nelson something and will send him back later,â he said.
Kyla was silent for a moment before finally saying, âBring Nelson back soon!â
After ending the call, Martin Weiss looked at his regretful son. Obviously, the little one felt that he should not have come here without permission as it had made his mother worry.
âI want to go home!â said Nelson Corbyn.
âOkay,â replied Martin Weiss, not intending to keep the little one here.
When the car pulled up at Kylaâs store, Kyla was already looking at the door. She immediately rushed forward to open the car door when she saw a car pulling up.
Once her son got down from the car, Kyla looked carefully at her son, afraid that he was hurt.
âDid he⦠do anything to you?â Kyla asked her son.
Nelson Corbyn shook his head.
Kyla finally looked at Martin Weiss. âMr. Weiss, I hope youâll let me know in the future wherever youâre taking our child out.â
âOkay.â Martin Weiss smiled faintly. âIâll remember to call you in advance next time.â
Kyla froze. âDoes that mean it will happen again?â
However, she could not refute him. After all, Martin Weiss was Nelsonâs father. Even though she had Nelsonâs custody, he still had visitation rights!
âAlright, Nelson, letâs go back. Grandma made dinner. We were waiting for you,â said Kyla as she took her sonâs hand.
Nelson Corbyn obediently followed her into the store. Just then, Martin Weiss suddenly said, âNelson, if you like what I showed you today and want to be strong, then I can let you learn what you saw today the next time I visit you.â
Nelson Corbyn stiffened.
A flash of doubt passed Kylaâs eyes.
At night, Kyla asked her son, âDid you follow him of your own accord today?â
Nelson Corbyn quietly replied in acknowledgment, but then he said, âMommy, I⦠I wonât do it again.â
Kyla stroked her sonâs tiny head. âHeâs your daddy, after all.
Though I have no feelings for him, that doesnât mean Iâll cut you off from him.â
âI donât want him to be my daddy. I have no daddy, only a mommy!â Nelson Corbyn said sternly. After all, the bad childhood memories were too vivid in his mind.
âAlright, donât talk like that. Didnât you willingly go out with him today?â said Kyla.
âThatâs because heâ¦â Nelson Corbyn paused in the middle of his sentence.
âBecause what?â asked Kyla.
Biting his lip, he said, âThatâs because he asked me to follow him to see something and asked if I want to be strong.â