Billionaire's Unforgettable Ex-Wife-Chapter 148 - 126: What Your Daughter, That Child Isn’t Yours

Chapter 148: Chapter 126: What Your Daughter, That Child Isn’t Yours

"There’s Uncle Oliver and Aunt Lucia."

Hunter Warren gritted his teeth. So Oliver Turner had known about these two kids from the start?

How ironic, Oliver Turner knew full well that this pair of children wasn’t his, yet he kept taking care of them and their mom.

And him... all he had given Faye was pain.

No matter whether these two were his or not, just thinking of the way Faye cautiously avoided him just now...

Hunter felt deeply upset.

"Darnley, in the future, can I also help take care of you all?"

Darnley pouted and looked at him, "Why do you want to take care of us?"

"Because I’m your mom’s husband, and your and Miya’s dad."

Darnley shook his head, "Mom said she’s divorcing you soon, so you won’t be her husband, nor mine and Miya’s dad anymore.

We won’t have a third dad."

Hunter looked a bit disappointed, "Darnley, I won’t divorce your mom.

In the past, I made many mistakes and hurt your mom.

But we have a saying in Eldoria: the greatest virtue is to recognize one’s mistakes and correct them.

Do you know what that means?"

Darnley shook his head, "No."

"It means that everyone makes mistakes, and it’s a good thing if you can correct them.

I now realize my mistakes and want to correct them.

In the past, I didn’t give your mom happiness and didn’t take good care of you and Miya.

In the future, I will be kind to the three of you.

I want to make you the happiest people in this world."

Darnley raised his brows a little, "But I am already the happiest person."

"Don’t you want a dad though?"

"Of course I do, but... I already have Uncle Oliver and Uncle Fruit.

Even without a dad, it’s fine."

"Both your Uncle Oliver and Uncle Fruit will have families of their own in the future.

When they have their own kids, they won’t be able to take care of you and your mom.

But I’m different, I’m originally your mom’s husband, do you know what a husband means?"

"Of course I do, I’m not a kid. Don’t underestimate me, Second Master Warren.

A husband is someone who lives with my mom, just like I live with Miya."

Hunter nodded, "Right, I’m the one who can live and eat together with your mom."

Darnley still hesitated, "But... Uncle Fruit said you’re not a good person and told me not to talk to you."

"Why would Uncle Fruit say that?"

"Uncle Fruit said you used to bully my mom.

I even said that when I grow up, I’ll bully you back for my mom."

"If that’s the case, your Uncle Fruit is right, I wasn’t a good person.

Because I did hurt your mom.

But that was in the past, I will treat your mom and you well in the future.

Like I just said, I want to make amends.

So, shouldn’t you give me a chance to correct my mistakes?"

Darnley nodded after thinking for a moment, "What you say makes sense."

"Darnley, Darnley, where are you?"

Darnley looked back into the house and said to Hunter, "I can’t talk to you here, Lucia is looking for me to help me with my bath."

"Then you should go back quickly."

Darnley gave him a worried look before turning and dashing into the house with a rapid pitter-patter.

Hunter leaned against the door and sighed deeply.

He never liked kids, yet being with Darnley and Miya, he felt something strange.

That feeling wasn’t unpleasant.

Could this be what they call familial bonds?

Hunter lit a cigarette, the tip flickering in the dark.

He didn’t know how long had passed when suddenly the lights in the small villa, previously switched off, turned on.

Before long, Darnley came running out in white pajamas with little slap-slap sounds.

Hunter was surprised looking at him, "Darnley, why are you out and not asleep so late?"

"You really didn’t leave, are you really planning to sleep here tonight?"

"Yes, I mean what I say."

Darnley pondered for a moment, "Then I’ll get you a quilt."

"No need, I won’t be cold."

Darnley ignored him and turned back to run into the house.

Just then, the door opened, and Faye came out with a stern face.

"Darnley, why are you out here instead of sleeping at this hour?"

"Faye, I just wanted to get a quilt for Second Master Warren.

It’s so cold at night, what if he gets sick?"

Faye pulled Darnley to her side and squatted, looking quite stern, "Aren’t you listening to mom anymore?

Didn’t I tell you not to worry about him?

He’s the one choosing to stay here, we’re not forcing him.

Why should we care if he gets sick or not."

"But... haven’t you always told me to help others and find joy in it?

I just want to do that, Faye. Am I wrong?

Don’t be mad, I won’t do it next time."

Hearing Darnley say this, Faye felt a tug at her heart, a bit pained.

Yes, she’s the one who taught Darnley to help others unbridled.

How could she forget?

Darnley was just doing as she taught.

How could she lose her temper with him?

It was all because of Hunter.

He made her lose her composure, leading her to snap at Darnley.

Faye ruffled Darnley’s hair, "Darnley, it was my fault, I... I wasn’t saying you shouldn’t help people.

I just wasn’t thinking clearly, forgetting many things."

"So, Faye, are you still mad at me?"

Faye shook her head, "I’m not mad. You didn’t do anything wrong, so why would I be?

It was wrong of me to lose my temper. I apologize to you.

Can you forgive me?"

Darnley broke into a happy smile, "Of course, I won’t be mad at Faye."

"Then let’s go back inside and rest, okay?

It’s quite late already.

Tomorrow, I have to get up early to take care of Miya."

Darnley turned back to look at Hunter, "Faye, isn’t it a bit harsh to leave him out there tonight?

Can we just let him stay over for one night?"

Faye hesitated, remaining silent.

Darnley started to call out to her, all the while coaxing her.

"Mom, even if it’s a stray cat at the door, you’d help it.

Why wouldn’t you help a living, breathing person now?

Do we really need to choose whom we help?"

Darnley’s words broke down the defenses in Faye’s heart.

Indeed, a child sometimes can see things clearer than an adult.

She could even spare a bit of compassion for stray cats and dogs.

But now there’s a live person at the door...

Though in her heart she really didn’t want to care about that man.

But she had to set a good example for Darnley.

She ruffled Darnley’s hair, "Since this is what you want to do, then go ahead and make your own decision.

Mom is a bit tired and will go rest first."

"Mom, you’re the best."

Faye was helpless, this cheeky little brat, only calls her mom when he needs something.

She didn’t turn back to look at Hunter, but out of the corner of her eye while turning, she noticed he seemed to be smiling.

Just let him get his way this one time, she thought, but don’t ever think about it again.

Darnley went forward and opened the door for Hunter.

"Faye said I could make the choice, so you can come in. We have plenty of guest rooms."

Hunter ruffled Darnley’s face, "Darnley, you helped me today. I will repay you someday."

"You should thank Faye first. If she hadn’t let you, I wouldn’t have dared to let you in."

"Alright, I’ll thank her." Hunter ruffled his hair.

He picked him up, lifting a suitcase with the other hand, and went inside.

It was his first time holding a child; his technique wasn’t quite adept, but he felt incredibly fulfilled.

Hunter carried Darnley inside, finally seeing where the three of them lived for the past six years.

The familiar scent only made Hunter’s heart ache.

Oh, how wonderful these six years could have been if he’d been there with them.

Darnley led him upstairs and opened a room door, "You can stay in this room tonight."

Faye glanced at the small but cozy room and smiled, "Okay, where does Faye stay?"

Darnley pointed to the right, "Your neighbor."

Hunter chuckled, "Got it, I know now, Darnley. It’s late, I’ll take you back to your room to rest. Where’s yours?"

"It’s to the right of my mom’s room."

Hunter picked up Darnley and took him back to his room.

After saying goodnight, he closed the door, walked to Faye’s room door, and stood there, gently caressing the door.

He understood her reluctance to open her heart to him now.

He promised to try and would hang on with all his might until one day she’d nod with a smile and say ’I do’ once more.

To win Faye back, to give her and the children happiness, would be his life’s new goal.

Back in his room, he had intended to take a shower, but found there was no bathroom in this small room.

Unable to sleep without a shower, despite it being late, he took a pair of clean pajama pants and went to the second-floor bathroom.

Seeing the bathtub and toys used for kid’s baths in the bathroom, a smile unknowingly crept across his lips.

This is what life’s true essence must feel like.

Mid-shower, the water suddenly stopped.

He tapped the faucet, but no water came out.

What’s going on?

Does this place also experience water cuts?

Looking at himself covered in soap, Hunter could only feel both frustrated and amused.

For such an odd experience to happen, it certainly was bizarre.

He wrapped himself in a clean towel and walked to Faye’s door to knock.

Trying not to wake Darnley in the adjacent room, he kept his knocking soft.

He remembered how Faye was once a deep sleeper, barely waking up, not even when receiving calls at night.

Now he wondered if she’d hear his knocks at all.

He hesitated for a while, about to return to get his phone to call her when the door suddenly opened.

Faye stood before him in a red spaghetti-strap short nightgown.

The whiteness of her skin and the gracefulness of her legs seemed to shine with their light.

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