All Novel Sweet
Chapter 247
If it hadn't been for Yvette, Xavier might never have imagined that Shannon's lifesaver was an imposter. Naturally, he wouldn't have investigated it at all! As for Daphne's personal life, Xavier had never cared, so he didn't even mention it.
When Daphne was taken away, she howled as though she had gone mad.
Mark stood on the second floor. This was the first time he witnessed Daphne, who had always been gentle, in such a stateThis belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.
Zachary was bored, lounging in his room in Bay Villa. He already knew Yvette and Noah had left Tirion, but Tristan wasn't willing to let him go yet.
Since Tristan liked to play dad so much, Zachary didn't mind letting him experience what it was like to be a father for a few days.
Suddenly, a loud "bang" echoed from upstairs.
Downstairs in the living room, Tristan was chatting with Quentin, both slightly surprised.
Before they could react, another series of bangs followed.
Quentin narrowed his eyes slightly, a smirk playing on his lips. "Things sure feel different with kids around."
Tristan set down his glass of wine. "If Xav's not coming, I'm not staying with you." Now he had to properly discipline a certain little troublemaker.
Heading upstairs, Tristan found Zachary, who had somehow acquired a volleyball and was playing with it. Unfortunately, his room's windows were broken, and not a single piece of the family's porcelain had been spared.
"What are you doing?"
The next second, the ball hit him square in his handsome face.
Zachary pretended to only notice him now. "Sorry."
Before Tristan could get angry, Zachary calmly explained, "You might not know this, but kids at this age are just naturally active."
Tristan picked up the volleyball and tossed it out the window.
"While it's true I didn't know that, I do know that if there's a next time, I'll have to lay my hands on you."
Tristan rubbed his sore face, thinking that, thankfully, Zachary was only about five years old. If he had been older, Tristan might have been disfigured today.
Tristan had thought that dealing with a young boy, no matter how annoying, would be manageable. That was, until dinner time.
Zachary was stirring tomato pasta when suddenly, tomato sauce splattered all over Tristan.
"You brat, I'm gonna-"
Before Tristan could finish his
sentence, Zachary calmly
interrupted him. "I know you want to
beat me up. Go ahead and hit me then. After all, you claim to be my dad, even though we've only just met not long ago."
As the nanny nearby listened to him, her gaze became sympathetic.
Tristan could only go upstairs alone. to change his clothes. When he entered the dressing room, to his further dismay, his clothes were filled with snow, most of which had melted into water.
Standing at the doorway, Zachary called out, "I put the snowman in there for you. Did you see it? It's a surprise from me to you."
Before Tristan could charge at him, Zachary swiftly returned to his room and shut the door. While sitting on his bed, Zachary picked up a book and calmly started reading.
An hour later...
"Mr. Tristan?"
"What is it?"
"I can't sleep."
"Then don't."
Another hour passed.
"Mr. Tristan!"
"What now?"
"Are you asleep?"
Tristan got up and went to another room to rest, realizing he had been outsmarted by this child.
"Today was another fulfilling day." Zachary hummed as he listened to the noise next door, his lips curling upward. He knew what he had done. was wrong, but considering that he was dealing with someone like Tristan, he felt no guilt at aff.
Meanwhile, Daphne's affairs had become public knowledge.
Even though the scandal had implicated Xavier too, he had no time to deal with it.
"Keep a close watch on Kiki's movements," he instructed.
"Yes, sir."
She was the only one now who had any connection to Yvette. If Xavier were to ask her directly, she definitely wouldn't tell.
Alone at home at night, looking at the house sinking into silence again, Xavier couldn't describe the feeling in his heart.
At that moment, a phone call came in. He hurriedly picked up his phone.