Estre shot Jason a look of disdain as she noticed his influence over Isaac. It had only been a short
while, and Jason had already won Isaac over. Isaac was now keeping secrets from her, avoiding telling
the truth.
Skeptically, she sized Jason up from head to toe as he rosenguidly from the couch. “I should’ve
known you’re not just good at charming women, but you can also sweet-talk kids,” she remarked.
Isaac was her flesh and blood; no one knew her son better than she did. Sweet as Isaac was, he was
not one to easily let people into his heart. Yet, Jason had managed to sway him so effortlessly.
Jason bristled at Estre’s words, shooting her a frosty nce. “If I were that persuasive, would you still
be hell-bent on divorcing me?”
After a moment of silence, Estre waved off the verbal sparring. “Cut the chitchat, Jason. Don’t you
have to head to the office? You go on.”
Jason, with his hands buried in his pockets, gazed casually at Estre. Some things never changed.
He stared nkly at her for a while before his gaze shifted to Isaac. The more Jason watched Isaac,
the more he saw Isaac as a two-year-old toddler, especially after their recent interaction. He found
Isaac to be brighter than most kids his age, recognizing many words and reading simple messages on
his own.
Estre tensed up as Jason fixed his serious gaze on Isaac, a protective instinct kicking in. She
crossed her arms and chuckled, “Are you doubting Isaac’s identity? Thinking that he’s your son?”
Before Jason could respond, Estre plucked two strands of Isaac’s hair and handed them to him. “If
you don’t believe me, go test these yourself.”
Isaac yelped in pain as his hair was plucked, covering his head with his hands.
Jason looked at Estre as if she were a fool, making no move to take the strands of hair
from her.
As Isaac continued to cry out, Estre’s attention was diverted, and the hairs were whisked away by a
gust of wind. Seeing this, Estre sighed. “Honey, the hair blew away. Let me pluck two more for
uncle.”
Isaac, however, retreated several steps, hands still shielding his head, adamantly refusing to let
Estre pluck any more.
Themotion between mother and child prompted Jason to speak. “Estre, cut it out. Besides,
would a hospital test even matter?” He remembered taking her to the hospital
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years ago where they failed to detect her pregnancy. A DNA test now seemed just as pointless.
Jason’s words left Estre speechless. Looking down at Isaac, she saw her son shaking his head,
signaling “No more, mommy.”
Isaac’s fear of pain tugged at Estre’s heartstrings, and she gently pinched his cheek. “Sweetie,
mommy didn’t mean to hurt you. I just wanted to see if this mister could be your daddy.”
Upon hearing Estre’s words, Isaac firmly stated, “He is.”
Estre nced up at Jason with a look that med him for enchanting her son.
Jason felt his heart warm at Isaac’s affirmation. He reached into his pocket, ruffled Isaac’s hair
affectionately, and then turned back to Estre. “Estre, I don’t need any tests. And frankly, it doesn’t
matter anymore.” The child was already born and brought home. Even if Isaac wasn’t his, Jason had
epted him.
Estre didn’t reply, simply urging, “It’s gettingte. You should go to work.”
ncing at his watch, Jason said goodbye to Isaac and left.
Once he was gone, Estre, limping slightly, sat on the couch and asked Isaac, “What were you and
that misterughing about earlier?”
Isaac was always cheerful but he seldomughed as freely as he had been. He gave a secretive smile.
“Mommy.”
Estre understood he had been talking about her with Jason but didn’t grasp that Jason had shown
Isaac photos and videos of her own childhood, which had delighted the child
so much.
No matter how good others were to him, Isaac’s favorite was always his mother, and he was happiest
when he resembled her.
Estre pinched his chin, a bit saddened. “Do you really want a daddy that badly?”
Isaac nodded earnestly, his eyes brimming with hope.
Estre’s brow furrowed in thought, then she murmured, “I’ll figure something out.” For the first time in
her tough life, Estre felt at a loss without a solution.
Isaac looked at her seriously and said, “He is daddy.”
Estre shook her head in disapproval. “That won’t do. Mommy doesn’t like that man anymore.”
Isaac insisted, “Like him.”
Estre ruffled Isaac’s hair. “What do you know, kiddo? Anyway, I’ll find you the best daddy in the whole
world.”
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Isaac persisted, “He is good.”
Estre grumbled under her breath, “What kind of spell have you cast on my son, you snake?”
Despite her words, Estre knew deep down Isaac was yearning for a father figure.
In his Maybach, Jason sneezed out of the blue. Despite that, the memory of the pleasant chat with
Isaac brought a smile to his face.
Back in the ward, after a heart-to-heart with Isaac, Estre got down to business on herptop. Isaac
didn’t disturb her but dutifully peeled an orange, tiptoeing to offer her a slice. When Estre refused
more oranges, Isaac cracked nuts to snack on instead.
Watching little Isaac pound on the walnuts with her tiny fists, Estre’s heart ached. She quickly set
aside her work, grabbed his hand, and gently whispered, “Honey, Mommy is not hungry, okay? You go
y or read your book.”
But Isaac, with a stern look in his eyes, demanded, “Eat.” After a brief pause, he added, “Good, fast.”
Estre’s heart melted. Her son was truly a blessing. She promptly abandoned her tasks to peel the
nuts for him.
In the midst of their tender care for each other, Jesse arrived, her armsden with all sorts
of treats.
Upon seeing him, Isaac blurted out, “Jesse.”
Jesse’s handsome face darkened. “Little brat, not calling me Daddy anymore?”
Isaac shook his head solemnly, refusing to call Jesse ‘Daddy.’ Isaac had made a promise to Jason that
no one else would hold that title but him.
Jesse stepped closer, set down the stuff, and said, “By the way, Estre, did you hear about what
happenedst night?”