The Heir's Secret Bride

Hearing this, Byron's eyes darkened. "Lynn, there's something I hope you understand."

"What is it?" Lynn asked.

"I don't plan to find a stepmother for Will, let alone let him acknowledge anyone other than his biological mother."

Lynn immediately revealed a hurt expression and looked at him with a pitiful look. "Why? It's me. Am I not good enough?"

Byron's eyes darkened. "I'm going to say it again. I can give you anything you want, except Will."

"Are you worried that Will won't accept me?" Lynn asked stubbornly. "I've gotten closer to him recently. I believe that as long as you give me some time, he'll be able to accept me. Byron, if Will can accept me, you won't object, right?" Byron's expression did not change as he met Lynn's expectant and eager gaze. He did not make any promises nor did he respond

Lynn looked indignant. "Byron, just wait and see. I'll definitely be able to get Will to accept me!"

Just for the sake of marrying Byron in the future, Lynn was determined to work hard to get Will to accept her.

dragged her little boy into the the suite

room on the top floor of Gold Spire Hotel.

Maeve Wearing his hat with bear ears, Meave asked him seriously. "Tell me the truth. What did you do?"

"It's not a prank!" Theo retorted loudly. "I was just worried that there was too much air in the car's tires so I let out some air!"

Maeve was almost unable to maintain her strict composure.

She pinched

the bear's ear on Theo's hat. "Theodore Reese, you better tell me which car's tire was punctured. Otherwise, if someone comes knocking on our door because of this, I'll give you to them as a peace offering."

"That's a prank! Maeve using his full name, he immediately quieted down.

When Theo

"Alright, I'll tell you. It was a black Bentley, Theo said, also reciting out the license plate for Macve.

A Black Bentley? Five sixes on the license plate?" Maeve though

Maeve was stunned for a few seconds as that cold and indifferent figure instantly appeared in his mind.

"He punctured his father's tires?" Macve thought.

She was stunned.

"Well done!" Maeve thought.

However...

"Honey, there were so many cars in the parking lot. Why did you choose that car?" Maeve asked suspiciously.

Theo continued to put on an obedient face. "Master used to say that he charges the rich ten times more for treatment because they have money, and it would be a waste not to rip them off. That car looked the most expensive, so I thought if T was gonna puncture a tire, I should choose that one."

After all, Theo was just archild and he didn't have a penny to his name.

Since he didn't have money to get anything for his deadbeat fatlier, Theo decided this would do as the first ever present for

him.

Maeve didn't know what her son was thinking, but she couldn't raise him for a job well done in case she encouraged bad behavior.

So, Maeve merely nagged him a little, making him promise that he wouldn't puncture tires again before getting a glass of milk for him. In order to grow taller, he drank a glass of milk every night.

After all, you are what you eat.

While Theo was showering. Maeve studied the information on the best kindergartens in Kleymond.

Maeve figured they would probably stay here for a while and Theo was almost at the age where he would need to start kindergarten. Her first considerations were the qualifications of the teachers as well as the privacy of the schools.

Kleymond wasn't a huge

so she didn't want Theo to bump into Byron's child by accident.

city, so

Maeve was a little distracted as this thought crossed her mind, thinking about how Byron had lied to her back then,

He said he didn't want or need a child. He just didn't want a child with me. Otherwise, he wouldn't have a child with Lynn a mere year after our divorce," Maeve thought.

Maeve laughed mockingly at herself, but thought that this was for the best, since she wouldn't have to worry about Byron wanting custody of Theo.

On the third floor of Nightfall Manor, Byron walked into the child's room with heavy steps. When he saw the boy sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window meditating, his eyebrows twitched slightly.

Is he preparing to become a religious?" Byron wondered.

"Will," Byron called out in a low voice.

"Daddy, please wait a moment." The little boy sat on the futon with his eyes closed. He was sitting in a meditation posture, both his hands placed on his knees as he spoke, I'm meditating to calm my mind. It's not appropriate for me to interact with anyone during this period." Byron pressed his forehead and patiently sat on the sofa beside him, waiting for the boy to finish.

Half

f an hour later, the boy opened his eyes. A sense of clarity and understanding seemed to be written acr the boy's face.

"Daddy, I understand now."

sed his eyebrows. "What do you understand?"

Byron raised "There

are so many things in the world. Not everything can go according to my wishes," Will said calmly. "It's meaningless to be angry with others."

Will had reached this conclusion about the game as well. All things related to the game should stay in the online world of the game.

It was too childish to bring it out into reality

The other person had probably not dared to show up because he was afraid,

Will concluded that he was the victor in this situation.

Byron

scratched the corner of his lips with his fingertips and asked with a faint smile, "Will, are you trying to ask me to be more tolerant?"Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Yes." Will looked seriously at this father. "Dail, let's grow together"

Byron's forehead twitched.

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First. Will had p punctured I his tires, then he had sat down to meditate. Byron wondered if Will knew that he'd been in the wrong and was now trying to pacify him so he wouldn't be punished. However, Byron could see that Will was doing his best to try to make him less angry.

In the first place, Byron had not been angry with him. He just found it amusing.

"Do you like cars?" Byron's voice was deep and gentle. "I still have many limited edition cars. Do you want to take a look?"

Will turned around. "Dad, I've been into meditation drum recently. Can you buy one for me?"

Byron was speechless.

"Don't even think about it," Byron answered.

No father would be happy with his son going down this route of becoming a religious in the future.

Will lowered his head. His slightly curled short hair fell past the edge of his face, making him look as adorable as a character out of a cartoon.

Even if if he was putting this on to get what he wanted.

Byron's expression did did not change. "I can buy it for you, but you have to go to kindergarten."

Will immediately

closed

I his eyes and put on a cool face, Tm going to meditate and calm my mind. It's not appropriate for me to communicate with the outside world" Byron was speechless and didn't know how to react

If not for the fact that Will was his biological son, he would have thrown this boy out.

After Byron came out of Will's room, Archer called, "Mr. Mcdaniel, Dr. Chatterly said that he asked his youngest disciple to come and treat the old man. If you agree, they will come over tomorrow." "Jaylen Chatterly? This man again?" Byron thought

Byron's eyes were deep as he asked in a low voice, "Who contacted him?"

"We didn't contact him. The miracle doctor's assistant suddenly called to inform me about this," Archer said. The assistant said that they would consider it as payment to Ms. Reese for saving Mr. Charles' life back then." 18