Isaac struggled with all his might for several attempts, but Estre remained as still as a statue, not
budging an inch from Isaac’s embrace.
Looking down at Isaac, Jason couldn’t help but chuckle. Seeing Isaac huffing and puffing from the
effort, he said, “Let me handle this. You’ve got a good ten years before you can try again.” In ten years,
Isaac might still not be able to lift his mom himself.
Unable to move Estre, Isaac reluctantly stepped aside to let Jason take over. Watching Jason lift
Estre with ease, Isaac couldn’t hide his envy.
Jason tiptoed toy Estre on the bed, and as he pulled the covers over her, he instinctively nted a
kiss on her lips.
Isaac, standing beside Jason, was taken aback at the sight of Jason kissing Estre’s mouth. The next
second, Isaac’s little arms shoved Jason forcefully to the side, forbidding him from touching Estre
again.
Isaac had sort of liked Jason before, and he was even considering letting Jason be his dad. But now
this guy was trying to steal his mom, kissing his Estre.
Isaac couldn’t swallow this affront.
For a moment, Jason was dumbfounded. What triggered this sudden outburst? His hand resting on
Isaac’s head, Jason asked, “Isaac, we’re all men here. If you’ve got something to say, just spit it out.”
Despite Jason’s words, Isaac was still seething, balling his little fists and pacing around the room in a
huff.
Jason muttered to himself. Whose hot temper did this kid inherit? What kind of guy did Estre find out
there that they ended up with such a fiery little one?
Now, Jason was really seeing what Isaac was made of. On reflection, the kid was damn
like Estre.
Jason stared at Isaac, bewildered, slowly piecing together the clues. “You’re mad because I shouldn’t
have kissed your mom?” he ventured.
Isaac, finally seeing that Jason got the point, crossed his arms over his chest and nodded seriously,
“Hmm.”
Jason couldn’t help butugh. “Kid, we need to talk. She’s my wife, and it’s legal for me to kiss her.” At
this moment, Jason shamelessly took advantage of Isaac’sck of understanding of thew and the
fact that he didn’t know they were divorced.
As Jason finished speaking, Isaac crossed his arms even tighter, the scowl on his face intensifying.
Estre was his, all his.
08-41
Fuming at Jason, Isaac had made up his mind. He didn’t want this dad anymore. He would find a new
dad, one who wouldn’tpete with him for Estre’s affection.
If Isaac knew that all dads needed their wife’s love, he might swear off the idea of having a dad forever.
Isaac’s pouty demeanor amused Jason. Howe the kid’s jealousy reminded him so much of
himself? He never expected such a small person to be so fiercely jealous.
As their eyes met, Jason saw the hostility in Isaac’s gaze and said, “Alright, when you grow up, I’ll find
you a girlfriend.”
After saying this, he turned to look at Estre in the hospital bed, only to see Isaac dash over and cover
her mouth, afraid Jason would kiss her again. Jason burst intoughter, feeling all the more that Isaac’s
antics were just like his own.
After a good bit ofmotion, and a promise from Jason not to steal any more kisses from Estre,
Isaac finally calmed down.
The next morning, when Estre opened her eyes, the atmosphere in the hospital room. was tense.
Isaac and Jason were each seated on a sofa, hostility and defiance still evident in Isaac’s eyes.
Estre propped herself up in bed, too exhausted the night before to remember falling asleep. Luckily
Isaac was here; who knows what might have happened otherwise.
But what was with Isaac’s look? Didn’t he like Jason before, even wanting him for a dad?
And Jason, with that innocent face-what was that about?
Yawning, Estre asked, bewildered, “What happenedst night?”
Right now, Estre was certain something serious had transpired between the two men after she had
fallen asleep.
Isaac, arms crossed over his chest, turned to Jason and let out a defiant huff. After ncing at Isaac
and then at Jason, Estre inquired, “Jason, my son’s usually such a good-natured kid. What did you
do to tick him off?”
Jason remained silent, and Isaac huffed even louder than before.
Jason turned to Estre and said, “Estre, why don’t you ask your son what his deal is?”
When Estre looked at Isaac, he pouted and huffed. Estre tranted, “He said he wants to cut ties
with you, never to cross paths again. And don’t even think about ying dad anymore.”
Jason looked disgusted. “Estre, he just huffed. That’s all.” He wasn’t clueless; he just didn’t get
Isaac’s point. And the kid, how much could he really mean? It was probably
Belongs ? to N?velDrama.Org.
08:41
Estre stirring the pot.
Estre got out of bed, embraced Isaac in her arms, and nted a kiss on his cheek, “Sweetheart,
what’s wrong? Why are you so upset? Did something happen between you
and him?”
Despite the issues between her and Jason, she wouldn’t deliberately involve her child or teach Isaac to
hate. She hoped her child would always be kind and only encounter
kindness in the future.
Comforted by Estre, Isaac wrapped his arms around her neck, his little face nuzzling against her
shoulder, the picture of grievance. The sight was all too reminiscent of Jason. Estre, holding him with
one arm and soothing his back with the other, consoled him, “Honey, didn’t you like Uncle Jason
before? He even brought you that Lego set yesterday. Let’s talk about what’s bothering you, okay?
Don’t keep it bottled up inside and hurt yourself.”
Estre’s soothing words seemed to work magic on Isaac. When Isaac lifted his gaze to Jason, the
animosity that had once clouded Isaac’s eyes had dissipated, reced by a newfound softness. Right
after that, Isaac turned to look at Estre. When his little hand pinched Estre’s mouth, Estre
instantly understood. She turned to Jason and said, “You stole a kiss from mest night, didn’t you?”
“Isaac’s got quite the jealous streak,” Estre exined with a knowing smile. “He’s so tight with Bryce,
but a casual pat on my shoulder from Bryce is off-limits. And now, you’ve gone and made an enemy of
him for sure.”
With Estre’s words painting the picture, Jason found himself looking at Isaac and, much to his
surprise, seeing a reflection of himself.