Chapter 160


    Heaning her child’s innocent voice, Thssa’s panicky mood was instantly soothed.


    In a sh, she felt helpless and confused. Hastily wiping away her tears and straightening up, she past


    ed a smile on her face, heading to the bedside, trying to sound as gentle as possible, “Atticus, how


    e you’re up so early?”


    Atticus Everhart, with his diamond bright eyes, was looking at Thssa. Seeing her reddened eyes and


    the tip of her nose also red, it was clear she had been crying.


    It tugged at Atticus heartstrings.


    He extended his chubby hand, ced it on Thssa’s face, and tenderly stroked her cheek, whisperin


    g. “Mom, did someone pick on


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    you?”


    Just woken up, his hand was warm, felt like cotton,forting and soothing.


    Thssa felt like her heart would melt under his warm and intelligent gaze.


    With a smile ying at theers of her mouth, she said, “No, I’m Superman. Who could bully me?”


    Concern filled Atticus‘ face, like a little adult, “Mom, you’re not Superman. You can get hurt and need pr


    otection. It would be great if we could find Dad. Dad could protect you.”


    Last time, when Hertha


    Kensington took Atticus and Dorian to the police station, seeing Thssa locked up there, Atticus felt li


    ke his heart was being pricked with needles.


    He only med himself for being too young and powerless to protect Thssa..


    But dad was an adult. If they could find dad, he could protect Thssa.


    Ever since then, Atticus was even more determined to find his dad.


    Hearing this, Thssa’s smile froze, a bitter taste spreading in her heart, like candy slowly dissolving in


    hot water.


    She sat on the bed, holding Atticus in her arms, letting him sit sideways on her thigh, with her arm arou


    nd him.


    She whispered, “Atticus, what if dad isn’t what you imagine, what if he isn’t capable of much love?”


    “Does he love you a lot?” Atticus lifted his head, looking seriously at Thssa.


    Thssa shook her head, saying, “Not much.”


    “If he doesn’t love you, he won’t protect you. Then we don’t need him. We’ll always be with you. When I


    grow up, I’ll protect you,” Atticus said very seriously.


    Did Thssa say this because dad was bad to her before?


    Then he didn’t need such a dad.


    Thssa felt both sour and moved. Her precious boy being so sensible made her heart ache.


    She blinked, kissed Atticus‘ head, her voice a bit hoarse, “I’m very happy to have you guys.”


    At night, Isabe, with a face mask on, was plotting against Thssa.


    Just then, the home door was knocked.


    She thought her parents were back, so she opened the door.


    Standing at the door were two tall, well–trained bodyguards in ck suits, obviously men of status.


    Isabe was a little unsettled, asking, “Who are you looking for?”


    “Isabe, Mr. Sinir wants to see you. Can youe with us?” One of the bodyguards said, expressi


    onless.


    Isabe was taken away.