Chapter 156
Love After Divorce by BELLA
Chapter 156:
Hearing that, Stella was terrified. She almost shouted in a hoarse voice. She didnât know how capable RKâs men were. For a moment, it was just the three of them left standing in the area.
With a stubborn look on her face, tears finally flowed out of her eyes. She almost begged, âRK, let me go. Adrian is my son. He has nothing to do with you.â
Did he know how harsh such a truth was for a five-year-old child? He had a daughter and a fiancée; he couldnât give Adrian a home. Moreover, they had been divorced for so many years. How could Adrian bear such consequences at such a young age?
âYou are not my daddy! My daddy died a long time ago!â
The little boyâs voice broke the silence, filled with a strong wave of anger. Adrianâs face was pale, and his expression was ugly.
Even for Stella, as his mother, it was the first time she had seen him like that.
âAdrian...â Stellaâs heart ached for her son. However, compared to her, RKâs expression darkened as if he had been struck.
âYou bad guy! Let go of my mom, or I will call the police and get them to arrest you!â
While blaming RK in his childish voice, the little boy took out his phone and tried to call the police. Such a bad uncle couldnât be his daddy. He wasnât good to his mother at all. He even had dinner and went shopping with another woman. Adrian didnât want such a daddy.
The little boyâs determination was beyond Stellaâs imagination. Adrian didnât hesitate or ask his so-called father any questions.
He stood firmly by his motherâs side and declared that his biological father was no longer alive.
âDid you hear that? Let me go!â
RK gritted his teeth and sneered. Stella looked at him, grabbing her hand, and wanted to bite him, but she was afraid of getting her mouth dirty or breaking her teeth.
âStella, are you still lying now that things have come to this point? Do you wish so badly for him not to have a father? I am a living person. Why did you tell him Iâm dead?â RK narrowed his eyes and glared at her, his aura dangerous and terrifying.
The anger in his eyes made Stella feel wronged. How could she hope that Adrian had no father? She longed to give her son a complete home and a happy, beautiful childhood, but she couldnât do it alone. For so many years, what she owed Adrian the most was the lack of fatherly love.
Your hub for updates: gⱯlnÏνí®âs.cøm Facing RK, Stella raised her chin and said sharply, âRK, what makes you think you have the right to say all this? Let me tell you, you are not qualified to say anything!â
He had once asked her to get rid of this child. So, she told Adrian that his father was dead. So what? It had nothing to do with him!
âStella... You wouldnât have been able to have a baby without me!â RKâs voice barely faded when a soft voice broke the tension.
âTristan.â Stella didnât expect Tristan to suddenly appear at such a critical moment. Her surprise was visible to him. He saw the tears on her face and glanced at the hand holding her. His expression turned dark.
Without warning, Tristan, unlike his usual calm self, smashed his fist into RKâs abdomen. RK let go of Stella immediately. The sharp pain made RK laugh bitterly.
âThank you for taking care of my and Stellaâs son these days,â RK said, his domineering words sounding like a declaration of sovereignty. Tristan frowned even more.
Tristan shielded Stella behind him, his thin lips moving slightly as he said unhurriedly, âRK, Iâm telling you, youâre my sisterâs fiancé. You have no right to interfere in Stellaâs matters!â
âMr. Davis, do you have a bad memory? I told you before, I donât like others interfering with my business. This is none of your concern!â RK raised his eyebrows slightly, visibly upset.
âYou and Stella are divorced! Remember your identity: You are my sister Sophiaâs fiancé!â
Even Stella could feel Tristanâs anger. As long as she had known him, she had never seen him so furious.
Looking at Tristanâs cold side profile, Stella subconsciously held Adrianâs hand tightly. Seeing his pale face, she squatted in front of him, rubbing his fluffy head and choking on her sobs. âDonât be afraid, Adrian. Iâm here. No one will take you away from me.
Donât be afraid...â
At that moment, she wasnât sure whom she was speaking toâAdrian or herself.
âStella, the test results are already out. Thereâs no way to hide it. Even if you run to the ends of the world, I will find you and my son.â
RK had made up his mind. If she didnât give him a satisfactory explanation today, he wouldnât let her go.
Stella glanced at Tristan and made up her mind. âTristan, why donât you take Adrian to get something to eat? He hasnât had breakfast yet, and he must be hungry.â
âOkay!â Tristan didnât stop her, knowing she wanted to handle the situation herself.
âUncle Tristan, what if that bad uncle bullies mom while weâre gone? We canât leave!â The little boy held onto Tristanâs thigh with a firm expression, glaring at RK as if he were a villain.
Tristan picked him up and rubbed his head affectionately. âNo, I just punched him. He wonât dare to do anything now. Letâs go.
Listen to your mommy. Iâll take you to get some breakfast. Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?â
âWell... I want something spicy. Uncle Tristan, Iâm telling you, I love spicy snacks, but mom always says I canât have them. If she doesnât let me, I feel wronged!â
âYou canât have snacks for breakfast, but I promise you something even more delicious.â
âReally?â
âWhen have I ever lied to you, Adrian?â
âUncle Tristan, youâre a good person! Youâre tall and handsome! Youâre like a Prince Charming!â
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