Chapter 464
The Ceo’s Convict Wife
He had given the order. The men he had arranged for would stop her. Even so, he still wanted to see her with his own eyes and personally ask what happened to this child!
But he hadnât expected that seeing the child again would give him another surprise.
He didnât anticipate that he was the child he had met before.
At that time, he had an inexplicable affection for the child and even wanted to sponsor him.
He couldnât have thought that⦠This child was hers!
Warren bent down, his gaze locked on the little boy before him. Their profound, black eyes were someone similar.
âYou⦠Whatâs your name?â His voice was hoarse.
âIâm called Aiden.â The boy smiled at Warren.
When Warren saw this smile, he finally realized why he liked this little boy in the first place. When Aiden smiled, he looked very much like Amelia!
Aiden?
âThen⦠Whereâs your daddy?â His voice became more and more hoarse.
Upon hearing this, the boyâs initially happy expression suddenly became slightly gloomy. âHeâs not here anymore. Mommy said Daddy is in heaven.â
In heaven? Warren immediately picked up the little guy and walked to Amelia, who was already pale.
âGive⦠Give the kid to me,â she said, trembling.
âAmelia, if you donât want this kid to watch you making a fool out of yourself, come with me now,â
Warren declared coldly.
Amelia shivered. She gritted her teeth.
His words were like a death knell.
Was there no way to run away?
Even though she had tried her best, she still couldnât escape. He had even uncovered Aidenâs existence.
She wanted to shout. She wanted to punch someone. She wanted to rip Aiden from his arms. But looking at her sonâs innocent, pure face, she couldnât get the words out.
The adult world was too ugly. At the very least, she wished Aidenâs world wouldnât be polluted.
âOkay, I⦠Iâll go with you,â she bit out.
Aiden seemed to understand as he listened. He asked, âMommy, where are we going? Arenât we going to take the train?â
âBe good for a moment⦠Weâll go somewhere with this mister. We⦠We wonât be taking the train for now. Next time, alright?â
âBut what about grandma? Doesnât Grandma have to go?â He asked suspiciously.
Amelia couldnât help but look in the direction where Matilda should have been now. âThereâs no need.
Mommy will call Grandma later and tell her weâll take the train next time.â
Aiden was disappointed that he couldnât take the train today, but he was overjoyed when he met this man who helped him find his hearing aid, He chattered to Warren enthusiastically. He could now hear and say many things.
Warren also interacted with Aiden and answered some of his questions. Amelia trailed behind them, listening to them with conflicting emotions.
Once upon a time, he wanted nothing to do with the child. But now, he was patiently talking to him.
How ironic!
Outside the station, there was already a car waiting for them. The subordinate who was accompanying Warren opened the back seat door.
Amelia took a deep breath and got into the car with Warren.
Just then, Ameliaâs phone rang. She looked at the caller ID and found that it was her mother calling.
Matildaâs anxious voice as soon as she picked up. âAmelia, where are you? The ticket inspection will be over if you donât come soon.â
âAiden and I canât make it, Mom. You should find an inn to stay for a while,â Amelia said.
âWhatâs going on?â Matilda demanded.
Amelia looked up and met Warrenâs eyes. He seemed to want to see how she would answer, and there was a trace of mockery in the set of his mouth.
Aiden, who was sitting between them, also looked up at her.
The father and son shared similar eyes, but they had never been more alike than now.
âAiden and I are with Warren right now,â Amelia explained calmly.
There was a gasp on the other end of the phone, followed by Matildaâs panicked voice. âHe⦠Did he see Aiden? Then he⦠and youâ¦â
Matilda was nearly stammering.
âMom, donât worry. I will handle it.â After saying that, Amelia ended the call.
âYouâll handle it?â Warren said coldly. âIâm dying to know what youâre going to do.â
Amelia choked. Aiden, who had been sitting between them, seemed to be frightened by Warrenâs stony voice. But then he .raised his chin and said to Warren, âDonât talk to Mommy like this, mister. Mommy will be afraid.â
Even though he had no idea what they were talking about, he could tell his mother was scared.
He wanted to protect his mommy!
Thinking about this, the little boy turned sideways and faced Warren, Amelia behind him, as if to protect her.
Looking at this little body before him, Warren couldnât help but remain silent. Before this, the small kid had been cordial to him, but now his cheeks were puffed up as if he wouldnât let Warren scare his mother Amelia at all.
Was this⦠his child? Even if he denied it in his heart, he couldnât overlook it anymore as he gazed at the eyes almost akin to his.
If the child was truly his, then⦠When did she get pregnant?
âTell me, how old are you?â He asked in a low voice.
Aiden blinked and held up two fingers. âIâll be two years old in four months!â
Two months⦠Warren was shocked. Had she already been three months pregnant before she was imprisoned?
He suddenly remembered that at that time, she had said to him hoarsely, âWarren, Iâm pregnant. Itâs yours!â
And how had he answered?
For a moment, he dared not recall what he had said then.
His eyes fell on Aidenâs hearing aid. There was a small, fluorescent blue cartoon shell on the device.
He looked cute wearing it.
But it reminded him that he was a deaf child.
This child would remain deaf and mute for the rest of his life if he didnât have a hearing aid!
Was Warrenâs child actually disabled?