My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict! Chapter 907

Kyla Corbyn took a deep breath before

getting into the car with Martin Weiss.

Then, Kyla Corbyn’s phone rang. Kyla

looked at the caller ID and saw that it

was her mother.

She picked it up and heard Mrs. Corbyn’s anxious voice from the phone. “Yun, where are you? The

check-in process is going to be over soon if you don’t come

now.”

“Nelson and I can’t go over now, Mom. Why don’t you find a small hotel to stay in first?” said Kyla

Corbyn.

“What happened?” asked Mrs. Corbyn.

Kyla Corbyn raised her eyes only to meet

Martin Weiss’s. He seemed to want to see

how she would answer, and there was a

cold sneer on the corner of his lips.

Nelson, who was sitting between them, looked up at her.

The father and son had somewhat

similar eyes, but now they seemed even

more alike.

“Nelson and I are now with Martin Weiss,”

Kyla Corbyn said in a calm voice.

There was a gasp on the other end of the

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line, followed by Mrs. Corbyn’s panicked voice. “Did… Did he see Nelson? Then

he… and you…”

Even Mrs. Corbyn’s voice was almost

stuttering.

“Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll take care of it.”

With that, Kyla Corbyn ended the call.

“You’ll take care of it? I’d like to know how

you’re going to take care of this,” Martin Weiss said coldly.

Kyla Corbyn was stunned. Nelson, who was sitting between them, seemed to be frightened by Martin

Weiss’s cold voice. However, he raised his chin and said to Martin Weiss, “Uncle, don’t talk to

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Mommy like that. She’ll be scared.”

He did not know what they were talking

about, but he could feel his mother’s fear.

‘I want to protect Mommy!’

The little one thought so as he turned sideways, facing Martin Weiss with his back against Kyla Corbyn

as if he was protecting her.

Looking at the small body in front of him, Martin Weiss could not help being

silent. The little one was friendly to him

before, but now, he had puffed up his

cheeks because of Kyla Corbyn. It was

as if he would not allow his mother to be

frightened.

‘Is this my child?’ Even if he repeatedly

denied it, looking at those eyes that were

somewhat similar to him, he could not

deny it any longer.

‘If… this is my child, then… When did she

conceive him?’

“Tell me. How old are you?” he asked in a

whisper.

Nelson blinked and began to gesture

with his fingers. “I’ll be four in two

months!”

‘Two months… Martin Weiss felt a pang

in his heart. ‘Was she three months

pregnant before she went to prison?’

He suddenly recalled the moment she

had shouted to him at the top of her

voice, “Martin Weiss, I’m pregnant. It’s your baby!”

‘How did I answer her?’

For a moment, he was afraid to recall

what he had said at that time.

His eyes fell on the hearing aid Nelson was wearing. It had a fluorescent blue cartoon animal on its

shell, which made

the child look cute.

However, this hearing aid kept reminding him that this was a deaf child.

Without the hearing aid, such a child

would be deaf and mute forever!

child actually disabled?’