Chapter 187: Who Do You Like Better?


    Cristofer had a weak stomach and couldn’t eat spicy food. During the five years when Estelle lived


    alone in their vi, she cooked different non-spicy food for him daily.


    However, Cristofer didn’t want to see her and had never gone back to the vi. As a result, every


    day, the leftovers would be her food for the next day. And the next evening, she would cook


    food for him again.


    When she was studying abroad, sometimes, when Cristofer went to see her, she would cook for


    him, considering that Cristofer was not used to eating raw and cold food there. And among all the


    dishes she could cook, Cristofer liked stir-fried pork with cucumber best.


    Hearing Yohan''s words, Mr. Mysterious forked a lump of pork into his mouth and tasted it.


    Seeing this, Estelle, who had been paying all her attention to him, couldn’t help feeling a little


    nervous because she didn’t know whether Mr. Mysterious would like the food cooked by her.


    “It’s delicious,” Mr. Mysterious said to her with a smile.


    Breathing a sigh of relief, Estelle said gently, “I have cooked this dish many times, and I’m best at


    cooking it. It’s good that you like it.”


    Mr. Mysterious raised his eyebrows and said with a nod, “I like it very much. It’s really tasty.”


    “I’ll cook some other dishes for you tomorrow,” Estelle said. “By the way, Sir, do you eat spicy food?”


    When she finished her words, Cristofer, no, Mr. Mysterious’ smile froze.


    For fear of Estelle discovering that he was actually Cristofer, he nodded and said, “Yes.”


    “Then I’ll cook spicy chicken wings tomorrow.”


    “Okay.”


    After dinner, Yohan pulled Mr. Mysterious into the children’s room and said with an expectant look,


    “Dad, let’s y games! There’s a difficult stage that I can’t get through. I need your help!”


    As if feeling Yohan''s excitement, Yvonne, who was lying in Mr. Mysterious’ arms, also became


    excited and kept giggling.


    While ying games, both Mr. Mysterious and Yohan sat cross-legged on the floor, each with a


    gamepad in their hands and fixing their eyes on the screen.


    “Dad, look there!”  N?velDrama.Org holds text ? rights.


    “Dad,e with me!”


    Soon, the children’s bedroom was full of happyughter and cheerful voices.


    In the dining room, Estelle was helping Mrs. Moorsum cleaning up the table.


    Mrs. Moorsum praised while working, “This is the first time I’ve seen Mr. Mysterious. He’s more


    handsome than celebrities! And Yohan is a spitting image of him!”


    Hearing this, Estelle smiled awkwardly.


    ‘Yohan does look like Mr. Mysterious, but Mr. Mysterious is not his father but his... uncle.’


    Thinking about the interaction between Yohan and Mr. Mysterious, she sighed with emotion.


    She didn’t expect that Yohan and Mr. Mysterious would be so intimate. After all, this was the


    first time that the two of them had met each other.


    In her impression, when Yohan lived with Eric in Ameris, he had never been so intimate with Eric.


    Additionally, she had assumed that Mr. Mysterious, who was not particrly chatty, would perceive


    Yohan as excessively attached and loud. However, much to her astonishment, Mr. Mysterious


    appeared quite content when Yohan approached him.


    ‘Maybe this is the power of blood rtion,’ Estelle thought.


    “Miss Hudson, you must have been with Mr. Mysterious for a long time, right?” Mrs. Moorsum


    asked.


    “No, we’ve just been together for a few months,” Estelle said as she shook her head.


    Mrs. Moorsum was stunned. “A few months? But Yohan is already five years old.”


    Estelle was at a loss for words.


    The rtionship between Mr. Mysterious and her was tooplicated, and it was hard to exin it


    to Mrs. Moorsum.


    Before Estelle could say anything else, Mrs. Moorsum said, “Oh, I see. You mean you two spent


    more time apart than together before, and you’ve just been reunited for a few months, right? It’s


    good that you two can finally live together and spend more time with each other. Miss Hudson, Mr.


    Mysterious cares about you so much. He asks me what you eat and whether you are well every


    day. And he always reminds me of your living habits and what you like to eat.”


    Hearing what Mrs. Moorsum said, Estelle smiled.


    After experiencing so many difficulties, she was finally able to live the happy life that she had longed


    for.


    She was living with her beloved man and had two lovely children. And her son’s name was Yohan,


    while her daughter’s name was Yvonne.


    It could be said that everything went as she had imagined before, except that the host of the family


    had changed.


    ****


    Once she finished tidying up the table, Estelle proceeded to slice the freshly purchased fruit by Mrs.


    Moorsum into bite-sized pieces and arranged them on a te. Carrying the te of fruit, she made


    her way to the children’s room.


    In the room, Yohan and Mr. Mysterious were still concentrating on ying video games.


    When Estelle opened the door, she heard Yohan cheer excitedly, “Yeah! We cleared all the stages!


    Dad, you are awesome!”


    Mr. Mysteriousughed heartily and asked, “Yohan, what did you call me?”


    “I called you Dad. What’s wrong?” Yohan said.


    “Nothing,” Mr. Mysterious said and shook his head. “Um... Did your Mom tell you that you have


    another dad?”


    “Yes, she did,” Yohan said with a nod. “And I saw that dad in my great-grandpa’s house a few days


    ago.”


    “Then who do you like better, him or me?”


    “I like you!” Yohan giggled.


    “Why do you like me better? Is it because I’m good at ying video games?”


    Upon hearing this, Yohan shook his head solemnly and spoke with earnestness, “No, it’s not just


    because you can make Mom happy. Dad, I understand you’re a superhero and constantly upied


    with saving the world, but Mom needs you too. I wish you could spend more time with her. When I


    was sick earlier, I had to stay in Ameris for treatment and couldn’t be with Mom. She must have felt


    lonely. Uncle Eric told me that my biological father is now with someone else and no longer cares


    for Mom. If he doesn’t care for Mom, then I don’t like him either!”


    “If that dad realized he was wrong and promised that he would be good to your Mom, you, and


    Yvonne, will you forgive him?”


    The question stumped Yohan.


    He cupped his face with his hands and thought for quite a while but still didn’t know how to answer


    it.


    “Uncle Eric said that one who can correct his mistakes deserves to be forgiven. But Dad, I always


    feel that it is unfair. That dad knew he was wrong, but the fact that he has hurt Mom can’t be


    changed. When Mom was sad, he was with another woman. Dad, I think you are better than him. I


    like you better than him because you are good to Mom and have never hurt her.”