Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife-Chapter 326: Him again!

She didn’t stop nor slow down even though Ian told her to, until she reached her Tesla parked just outside the building instead of the underground parking lot. Not once had she thought the man she despised the most was her son’s so-called hero and idol. She had listened to every one of his tales about the man, never associating him with Xander!

And the fact that she had once felt nothing for the man—until he dared to kiss her—made her want to be far away from him. He hadn’t only messed with her senses but also said things he wasn’t supposed to know—not unless she had told him.

He’d talked about a marriage in a vast land; she had dreamt of that countless nights. He told her about giving blood; she had seen herself offering her blood to a shadowed figure in her dreams. She had seen herself madly in love with a faceless man in her dreams, and those dreams had haunted her nights until she no longer got affected by them. They were just dreams to her—until he talked about them with her. How the hell did he know?

She had asked herself those questions in the ladies’ room as she stared at her throbbing, swollen red lips in the mirror. No one was supposed to know she was a freak with dreams of being married to a non-existent man. No one was supposed to know she was mentally unstable because of these dreams and that her son...

Frustrated by everything, she opened the driver’s door and slid in, Ian plopping into the passenger seat with a huff.

"Your seatbelt," she reminded him, as he always forgot. With a displeased frown, he fastened it, his handsome features mirroring hers in some ways—except for his nose, hair color, and the fact that he was growing taller at a remarkable rate. For a six-year-old, he was unusually tall and more mature than his age. She took pride in knowing he came from her and had been fiercely protective and possessive of him since the moment he began growing in her womb. He was her everything.

"You totally embarrassed me in front of Mr. Pendragon, Mom," Ian grumbled as he glared at her from the side of his eyes. Did she have to pull him like that, like he was a baby? It was totally rude of her to treat his friend coldly.

Turning the brake pedal of the Tesla to start it, she gave her sulking son a once-over look. "You’ll live." She didn’t want to imagine her son taking a man like Mr. Penn as his idol.

Ian crossed his arms against his chest and pursed his lips. "You didn’t have to drag me out like that. He’s not some villain, you know."

Without looking at her son as she tried to start the car, Ave replied flatly, "He’s Lucian Xander Penn. That’s worse. If you want to have friends, make friends your own age, not adult men like him." Hoping to steer the conversation away from Lucian, she added casually, "Tell me about the new friends you made at school—the one you said talk like Mickey Mouse."

Ian had always been a quiet child who struggled to make friends, as his intellect and way of speaking were more advanced than those of kids his age. At first, she had assumed it was because he didn’t like the schools she had enrolled him in, so she moved him from one to another. But even after several changes, he still kept to himself, and she repeatedly received concerns from his teachers for his unusual behavior.

Eventually, she tried encouraging him to socialize with the other kids, and he assured her that he was doing fine at his current school and had made friends, one being a boy who talks like Mickey mouse.

Though something had happened at his school days ago that made him run away from it, the principal refused to tell her over the phone and insisted she come to school with him. He had been at home since the day his so-called idol had driven him to the estate.

It was surprising that he liked Mr. Penn. Ian had never taken to any adult male in her life or around her—not her business partners at the hospital or the company, and certainly not anyone she had dated. Not that she had dated many, just one, and her son never liked him—until now. Yet, for some reason, he had warmed up to Lucian almost instantly and taken him as an idol, something that didn’t sit well with her.

Ian did not meet her eyes when he replied about his friends. "They are fine," he grumbled while staring outside the window.

She didn’t push him to talk more, as she knew he wouldn’t if he took on that indifferent demeanor of his. She turned to start the car again, but the engine sputtered and never started.

"Oh, for the love of God, why isn’t it starting!" She pressed the brake pedal to start it again, as if sheer determination could bring it to life, but the car refused to start. For some reason, she thought she heard her son sigh in relief, and when she turned to him, he was shifting uncomfortably in his seat while giving her that side look of his—one he always gave when he was pleased with something but trying not to show it.

"Spill it out, Ian. What’s on your mind?"

He shrugged. "It’s destiny, Mom. It doesn’t want you to meet my school principal or me to go today. I told you I have a nose ache and can’t go to school today, but you insisted that my nose is fine. Now your car doesn’t want us to go." He said with a lopsided mischievous smile.

"You never believe in destiny, sweetie. And no destiny is going to stop me from seeing your principal or you going to school. I gave you slack yesterday and days ago, not today." She returned his smile and opened her car door. "I’ll call for another car."

If only she had left Penn Corps early, she would have left with the others, but that darn man had made her so disoriented she had gone to the ladies’ room to try to calm herself. Now she had to deal with a fancy car she knew nothing about when she had to take her son to school and also be at the hospital!

Heaving a dramatic sigh, Ian murmured under his breath, "If only you gave me a father who wants me, none of this would be happening..." He looked sorrowfully outside the window as he heard her make a call requesting another car to come pick them up. She didn’t hear his words, and he was grateful she didn’t.

Since the day he had punched Red’s face, he had been avoiding returning to school, as he knew the boy would retaliate one way or another. And being a man, (like Ian believed he is) he never wanted to complain to his mother about a bully in school. If he couldn’t take care of the bullying, then he wouldn’t be a man. Even though his Mom had always told him he was a boy and didn’t need to shoulder everything himself, he wanted to shoulder his responsibility and not turn out to be like his so-called father, who ran away from it.

Did she think he would believe his father was dead when Daniel had told him he had run away because he didn’t want him? Men with no sense of responsibility disgusted him, and he didn’t want to be like that.

He would deal with the bully himself or never go to school again, but both options seemed impossible now that his mom was hell-bent on taking him there and meeting his principal, who had obviously called her to tell her about his fight with Red. Because of his disappearance that day they had not mentioned it to her. Incompetent principal and teachers who couldn’t see that the boy had been bullying him until he couldn’t hold back anymore.

"Fifteen minutes. Not happening." He heard his mother’s voice as she ended the call and came around to open his side of the car door. "We’ll have to take a cab to your school, sweetie."

"You do realize I’ll still be late, right?" He grumbled as he got down from the car, wishing she would just take him home and forget about that dang school of his where bullies dominate every corner of it.

Ave rubbed her aching temple as she had too many things to do at once. Just as she was about to tell Ian to start walking, a sleek black limo rolled to a stop beside them. The back window glided down, revealing the last person she wanted to see again.