Claire found Old Gary outside the door.
Old Gary came in and asked Dempsey's permission, and thn he brought Claire to look for Frankn Scott,.
When Claire sat at the golf cart and traveled through the huge gardens, she finally understood what ''wealthy'' means. Unfortunately, no matter how rich that man is, he is still a bastard. He would ruthlessly steal her children.
Claire found her son in a spacious toy room with his little face red. He seemed to be very happy, and he is also very excited. Larry is also workig hard to accompany Frank as an assistant to help him build a huge remote controlled toy car.
''Little Frank...'' Claire watched her son happily playing. She really didn't want to disturb him, but this is that bastard's territory, and she wants to get away from him as soon as possible.
''Mummy!'' Frank Scott immdiately ran to her excitedly and hugged her thighs. After that, he happily pointed to the toy car that he is assembling. ''Mummy, look. I made that!''
Claire didn't want to be a wet blanket, so she could only nod a little.
''Miss Scott,'' Larry greeted her with a smile. However, Claire did not even glance at him, and she brought her son away. Larry felt a little awkward, but he could somewhat understand why she would be dejected and frustrated. As a mother, she could only watch as her two little children threw themselves into the arms of a man who claims to be their father. Most importantly, Dempsey Wilson is absolutely a powerful person. He could feel that his Young Master is determined to get the custody of the two children.
''Little Frank, your abilities are getting better and better. Let's go home first. Mummy will buy you a new toy, a bigger one, okay? Claire said as she squatted down in front of her son. She took out a tissue from her bag and helped her son wipe off the sweat on his forehead.
''Mummy, are we going home now? Did you have a good chat with daddy?'' Frank asked, eyes sparkling with curiosity.
''Frank, let Mummy tell you this. I don't like that man. He won't be your father.'' Claire could only be that confident because she knows that her son will understand her. She believes that her son will understand the displeasure in her words. If it was her daughter, she could never utter such words.
Frank blinked his gem-like eyes as he could not fully understand his mother's words. ''Mummy, is he really not our father?'' The light in his eyes dimmed.
Larry took this opportunity to talk, ''Little Young Master, Young Master is definitely your real father. The DNA report has already confirmed this. It proves that you two are Young Master's biological son and daughter.''
''Shut up!'' Claire is already annoyed to the core. She did not expect that his assistant would actually help a tyrant on the side. How could she not be angry?
Frank has never seen his mother so frustrated and at a loss.
Larry could only shut up obediently. From the looks of it, the temper of the children's mother is not easy to deal with.
''Frank, listen. Mummy is taking you and your sister home right now. Are you going back with Mummy?'' Claire said this while looking at his son's eyes. She is truly helpless. The feeling off losing a child is what no one else could understand. Fear and despair, yet it is also filled with sorrow and pain. If she could, Claire really wants to hide outside of the country for the rest of their life. But now, she thinks it might be too late.
''Mummy, are you crying?'' Frank asked with a pained heart.
Claire touched her cheeks and found out that unknowingly, her face has long been covered with tears. She quickly stood up, turned around, and hurriedly walked out of the room. It took her great effort to conceal her emotions. However, she only looked at her son's clear eyes, and like rain, her tears came falling down. Claire powerlessly grabbed onto the wall with one hand as sge tried to calm her heart. Still, her tears continued to fall uncontrollably.
''Mummy, don't cry anymore, alright? If you cry, I will crym too.'' Frank sobbed as he ran out in hot pursuit of his mother. When he caught up, his small hand pulled at the corner of her clothes, carefully trying to persuade her.
''As long as you and your little sister follow Mummy home, Mummy will not cry.'' This is the first time that Claire had lost her composure like this in front of her son. In the past, no matter how wronged or unfair she felt, she would still feel that this world is warm and sunny. But now, for some reason, her emotions had become so fragile and sensitive that when she isn't careful, tears would fall.
''Alright, Mummy, don't cry. Let's go find little sister and bring her home.'' Frank replied obediently.
Hearing her son's considerate words, Claire felt a little better. She wiped her tears off her face squatted down, and hugged her son tightly.
Frannk also reciprocated. He stretched out his short arms and wrapped them around Claire's neck, pressing his face against her shoulder.
The mother and child seemed to have reached an agreement already.
Seeing Claire taking away Frank, Lary sighed. After a few seconds, he seemed shocked. 'Will the Young Master blame him for this? What a pity that the mother-son duo has already decided, and simply viewed him as irrelevant.
At the same time, in the hall of the villa, Dempsey is currently staring at the little fellow who is sttill sleeping soundly in his embrace. Her face is small, but extremely delicate and beautiful. It was truly a wonder that such a small person has a heaven-defyng thick, curly eyelashes. With her eyes closed, her small face is incredibly beautiful. Dempsey could not help but slow his breathing. This is his daughter. He lived to the age of twenty-seven and he had children. It was as if the heavens bestowed upon him such precious gifts. The feelings he have right now is so diffficult to explain. It's as if he is flying. Dempsey's lips curled upwards as hhe laughed to no end, looking like a fool. If people knew that the CEO Wilson known for his aloof attitude had suddenly become the pacifier, would they be shocked? But at the moment, Dempsey is really not afraid of losing control of himself from excitement. ''Emma... My daughter.'' Dempsey called the little fellow in his arms softly, nd his thin lips kissed her forehead again and again, as if, no matter what, it is not enough. At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten that he still have a little son to mind.
In the future, only heavens know how miserably he would be scammed...
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Sorry, I'm feeling a bit under the weather. I can only work on 2 chapters today. I promise to give you more when the weekend comes. Thanks for understanding. Happy reading.