Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

"Everett, don't be like that..." His voice was almost breaking.

Everett had long figured out what kind of person he was dealing with, yet here he was, still playing the part. He took another drag from his cigarette, the smoke blurring his handsome features, making his expression unreadable. After a while, his husky voice finally broke

the silence. "Do me a favor."

Jaime, treading carefully, asked, "You're not seriously asking me to break Callum's arm, are you?"

He felt stuck between a rock and a hard place, torn by the dilemma.

"Relax, it's simple."

Everett stood up, facing the sea. The wind tousled his hair, making his eyes even more intense and captivating. "Bring me a strand of Callum's hair."

Jaime was taken aback, "What, are you planning to use it for some voodoo doll under the bridge?"

Everett shot him a look that screamed 'are you serious?'

Then, with a voice deep and mysterious, he said, "I suspect Gift is my son."

Either Mateo didn't die back then, or Haley didn't go through with the abortion.

...

At Brook's house, Selena cradled little Mateo, feeling her worries ease. The child clung to his mother, as if terrified of losing her again, his little arms wrapped tightly around her, soothed by her familiar scent. Ricky stood by quietly, his eyes a bit misty. Not wanting to interrupt the moment, he slipped out of the room, closing the door softly behind him.

After a while, little Mateo peeked out from his mother's arms, his voice soft and innocent, "Mom, is that man my dad?"

His straightforward question left Selena at a loss for words.

When Mateo was younger, the idea of a father was foreign to him, but that didn't mean he'd never understand. Especially since he was wise beyond his years.

But how could she explain the tangled history between her and Everett to a three-year-old? She had planned to wait until he was older, more mature, to slowly tell him everything. Now, that plan was out the window. Selena paused for a long moment before asking, "Mateo, do you wish he was your dad?"

Mateo lowered his head, silent for a long time.

"Everyone else has a dad. I'm the only one who doesn't."

Such a young child didn't know how to hide. emotions, his little face

sad

full oss. "But he's so mean,

and be's not nice to you. I don't want to like him."

Even though his words were a bit contradictory, Selena understood her son's true feelings. He still yearned for a father.

Of course.

What child wouldn't want both parents by their side? Everyone else had that. Naturally, he wanted it too.noveldrama

Selena couldn't help but wonder if she had been too selfish, robbing him of the fatherly love he deserved from the moment he was born. Holding her child, tears began to fall unchecked.

Seeing his mom cry, little Mateo

anxiously tried to wipe her tears with his tiny hands, his voice trembling, "Mom, don't cry. I don't need a dad, having you is enough."

"My sweet boy."

Selena hugged him tighter, her heart swelling with emotion.

Late into the night, little Mateo fell

asleep in Selena's arms. Lis

his soft, steady breathing and looking at his peaceful face, she gently stroked his hair.

Upon closer inspection, he bore a faint resemblance to Everett, reminding her of the young man she had met in the countryside so long ago. Her fingers trembled slightly before she pulled them back.

Unable to sleep and feeling restless, she got up, wrapped herself in a robe, and walked to the window, hoping the night air might calm her nerves.

Unexpectedly, she saw a car parked outside. A tall figure leaned against the car, the cool night air swirling around him, clearly waiting for some time.

As she peered out, he seemed to sense it and looked up.

In the quiet of the night, their eyes met.