Michele was worried that Morty might hurt Mommy as Dylan did, so she barged into the room, even
though she knew she might disturb the two inside.
She was a little scared when Femando tried to stop her. Luckily, Lucas was with her.
Michele felt that Lucas had an overwhelming presence, and she was relieved with him as if he could
solve all problems she worried about.
This was the first time she ever had this kind of feeling. She had always known that no one was as
reliable as herself, so she has been pretty independent since she was a child. However, when she met
Lucas, she wanted to rely on him and relax.
Morty heard the noise. When he saw her daughter holding a box of macarons in her hand, he couldn't
help but smile. This feeling was natural, from deep in his heart. He didn't need to pretend or be
cautious. He simply wanted to give his daughter all the best things in the world.
So this was the love a father naturally had for his daughter.
"Michele, what's the matter?"
Morty smiled so warmly that Michele immediately liked that handsome face.
"Lucas bought me a box of macarons. I want Mommy to try it first."
Michele was not as scared as she first came in.
Morty cast a glance at Lucas and was surprised to see that he also had one in his hand.
Morty remembered that Lucas didn't like sweet food, but he was a child, after all, so he said nothing
about it.
Molly was thrilled. She beckoned Michele over with a wave.
"Mommy, please try it. It's so sweet."
Seeing her daughter's expectant eyes, Molly was almost moved to tears.
She nodded and took a bite. "Thank you, my baby."
"I love you, Mommy."
Michele turned around and handed it to Morty, "Daddy, would you like to have one, too?"
"Alright."
The expression on Molly's face immediately changed.
It was all right for her daughter to eat what she had bitten into, but it was awkward for Morty to have it.
"Wait..."
Before Molly could stop Morty, he had bitten off one of the macarons. He said to Michele while stroking
her head, "I have something to discuss with Mommy. Can you go out and play with Lucas for a while?"
"Alright."
Michele barged into the room because she was worried about Mommy, but now that Mommy was fine
and Morty was so gentle, she had no reason to stay. Besides, she really wanted to eat the macarons
now.
Lucas said nothing but led Michele out.
The macaron was so sweet. And Morty felt so delighted.
He looked at Molly.
"It was just a macaron. You don't have to stop me, do you?"
Morty smiled slightly.
Molly blushed and quickly lowered her head.
"Michele likes you very much."
"Of course she likes me. She is my daughter."
Morty called Michele "daughter" so naturally.
"Eight years ago, you never thought that she might be my child?"
The thought that his daughter had been bullied by that bastard Dylan for so many years made Morty
furious. He wished he could tear Dylan into pieces.
Molly was embarrassed and silent for a while.
Just as expected, he asked her this question.
"I never thought about it."
Morty wanted to say something, but seeing Molly's head getting lower and lower, those words stuck in
his throat.
Molly used to be confident and full of energy and would always attract attention. However, she showed
a sense of inferiority now and intentionally or unintentionally tried not to be noticed.
It broke Morty's heart. He whispered, "All these years, I've tried to be strong. I've kept myself busy. But
I always think of you at night, so I never feel lonely. Molly, I have never forgotten you. I didn't look for
you because I am afraid I might do stupid things. I thought you finally found your happiness as an
ordinary person. I couldn't let myself ruin it. I regret not having asked for your information all these
years."
"Enough."
It was heartbreaking for Molly, too.
They had split up for so many years.
They had a past, but they never had a chance to be together. However, they had a daughter they both
loved very much.
Molly got into a tizzy. Her hands twisted the hem of her clothes like it was a rag.
It was familiar to Morty. Molly used to do it when she was nervous.
He suddenly laughed.
"Alright, I won't talk about it. From today on, you take care of Michele, and I'll take care of the rest."
"Are you leaving now?"
Molly knew that Morty was busy, but she was suddenly reluctant to let him go.
Molly was soon aware that she shouldn't have such feelings for Morty. She scolded herself for being
shameless.
Who was her?
She was Dylan's wife. Although there was no love between her and Dylan, they were legally married.
What was she doing now?
She was reluctant to part from her ex-boyfriend!
How shameless she was!
Molly's face immediately turned pale.
"Be careful."
Morty thought Molly would ask him to stay, but she didn't. She just asked him to be careful.
She had changed a lot.
Morty was no longer a young man. He knew the reason. Although he was indeed rather busy, he
decided to stay.
"I want to stay with you and Michele for a few days."
"What?"
Molly was a little surprised.
Morty looked at her cute eyes and laughed again.
"Look at you, Molly. You have to get used to my existence from now on. The moment I heard the news
of you and Michele, I decided to take care of you forever. I know what you are thinking. You are
married, but so what? No one can stand in my way."
Morty was aggressive, but Molly didn't have the courage she had back then. She had experienced so
many horrible things.
She looked at Morty and said seriously, "Morty, you're the heir to the Hill family now. I don't deserve to
be with you. Besides, there are so many people staring at you in secret. If you do something to Dylan,
your efforts might end up in vain."
"So what? He bullied my love and sold my daughter. If I didn't do anything, would I still be a man?"
Morty's eyes were a little cold.
"Well, I'll deal with it. You've just come back. You should have a good rest."
After saying that, he stood up and walked out.
At this moment, Molly finally realized that Morty was different from before. He showed superior's
authority, allowing no disobedience from others. He was more aggressive than before, and she no
longer had the courage to refute him.
Lucas watched Michele eating happily outside and smiled slightly. He missed his Mommy a little.
When Michele said she would like to leave the macarons for her Mommy, Lucas felt a little guilty. He
had never thought of buying something for his Mommy to eat. He felt that Mommy had everything she
wanted since her husband was Samuel. But just now, he realized that Samuel could buy things for
Mommy as a husband, and he also could buy stuff for Mommy as a son.
Thinking of this, Lucas took out his phone and sent a video request to Nicole.
Michele was a little surprised.
Who would such a cold, handsome boy want to make a video call with?
She could not help but come closer to Lucas.
Lucas noticed, but he thought it was OK. Nicole answered the phone after a while.
"Baby! Do you miss Mommy?"
Nicole was eating a mango, and Samuel followed behind with a napkin and a bag in his hand, which
was quite amusing.
Lucas looked relaxed.
"Mommy, I missed you. Why did you leave with Samuel? I finally came here with Morty, but you had
left. I'm so disappointed."
Nicole was a little shocked as Lucas was usually uncommunicative. However, Nicole felt sorry when
she heard that her son was disappointed.
"Why didn't you call Mommy in advance? If I knew you would come, I wouldn't have left."
"What are you talking about? You have to come out with me whether that brat comes or not. Nicole, we
two are traveling. Why do you want the third wheel?"
Samuel was unhappy when Nicole said she would stay for Lucas.
Lucas' mouth twisted slightly.
Was there a Daddy who would say such things to his son?
Samuel was probably the only one who had always said such shameless things to his son, not to
mention competing with him for Mommy.
"Samuel, isn't it you who made the third wheel?"
Samuel was embarrassed as he couldn't find suitable words to retort his son at the moment.
Nicole laughed out loud.
The father and son always tried to score off each other when they met as if they were enemies in their
previous lives.
"Alright, stop arguing with my son. Go over there and buy me some more pitaya. It looks delicious."
Nicole pointed to the stall nearby.
Samuel knew that his wife wanted to talk with his son alone. Although he and Lucas always argued, he
cared about his son. So he obediently left.
Seeing Samuel had left, Lucas said with a smile, "Mommy, you look more beautiful than I last saw you."
"Thank you, baby. Mommy has to stay young for you. When someday you bring your girlfriend home, I
can't let my wrinkly face embarrass you. Am I right?"
Nicole teased Lucas. She had seen Michele behind his son.
Lucas immediately flushed.
"Mommy, what are you talking about? I'm only seven years old."
"Well, you are not a little boy anymore. In ancient times, boys and girls had to sit at different tables
when they were seven years old, which means..."
"Mommy, where do you plan to go? Will you stay in Country Y?"
Lucas hurriedly changed the topic. He didn't know what kind of ridiculous words Mommy would say in
the next moment.
Even if he was precocious, would it be too early to talk about girlfriend now?
Interrupted by her son, Nicole forgot what she was going to say next. She nodded and answered,
"Maybe. It depends on your daddy. Why are you asking?"
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