Chapter 741

Chapter 741

Darius felt a sharp pang in his heart.

He gazed deeply at Bethany with gentle yet painful eyes. "You should

not call me uncle.”

Bethany furrowed her pretty brows. "Then what are you?"

Darius raised his warm hand, intending to pat her little head, but she

tilted her head away and avoided it. She didn't like getting too close to

people; she only liked being with her mommy.

“Bethany, do you know how to read?" Darius took out a paternity test

report, flipped to the last page, and pointed to the line with the result.

"Do you recognize this?"

Bethany blinked her eyes and looked at the line of text.

"Father-Daughter Relationship!"

What did that mean?

Although she was young, she wasn't stupid.

But she was confused. Wasn't her father supposed to be that scary

man Tucker? How come this document said she was fathered by this

incredibly handsome man?

She looked at Darius with puzzlement and then at Isabelle.

Isabelle was dumbfounded by Darius's sudden actions. She was still

contemplating how to break the news to her daughter that her daddy

had changed.

He just threw a document at them?

She was worried about how much Bethany could handle. The little girl

was so young; could she accept this fact?

Isabelle crouched in front of Bethany, holding the child's hands.

"Bethany, Tucker is not your real daddy. That's why he didn't treat you

well and was mean to you."

"Will the new daddy be nice to me?" Bethany's mind was filled with

doubt. What if the new daddy didn't like her and wasn't nice to her?

Darius couldn't hold back any longer. He reached out and tightly

embraced Isabelle and Bethany.

“I will, I promise." His voice was hoarse, carrying suppressed emotions

that he wanted to release but held back.

He didn't want to scare his daughter and his woman.

After a while, he let go of Isabelle and Bethany.

“I'll take care of all the household matters for Bethany.”

Isabelle was still trying to process everything. Their family's household

registration and other documents were still with the Bentley family. This

matter might not be easy to resolve.

"But..." She was about to say something, but Darius interrupted her,

"No “buts.’ Leave this to me; I'll take care of it."

He held Bethany's small hand and said, "Bethany, you have a beautiful

name, but from now on, you'll have my last name, Bethany Foster."

He lowered his head and asked, "Do you like this name?"

Bethany had big, bewildered eyes. "Is Mommy going to marry you? Will

we become a family of three? If not, I want to keep Mommy's last

name."

Darius turned to look at Isabelle. “I will propose, and your mommy will

marry me after she says yes."

"Propose?" Bethany's innocent words left Isabelle blushing.

Was this man trying to make Bethany happy?

Could an excellent man like him really propose to her? Isabelle thought

quietly to herself.

Without realizing it, the family of three had arrived at the entrance of the

association.

Darius carried Bethany in his arms. "Let's go, I will take you to eat

something delicious.”

“Tucker never carried me like this before,” Bethany said, nestling in

Darius's embrace. She found it so warm and secure! His embrace was

wide and comforting.

Unknowingly, she felt a sense of safety.

Was this what it felt like to have a real daddy?

She didn't quite understand, but she felt a little happy. She wondered if

her mommy would be sad if she found out that she liked her new

daddy.

Bethany thought quietly within herself as they headed towards the most

luxurious restaurant downtown together as one big happy family.

In the air, at an altitude of thirty thousand feet, an airplane cruised

smoothly.

Sylvia lounged by the window, lazily flipping through a magazine, while

Franklin, by her side, immediately started attending to business matters

as soon as they boarded the plane.

He appeared quite occupied, and the inside of the aircraft remained

eerily quiet.

Just as Sylvia was sneakily glancing at Franklin, a sweet and pleasant

voice chimed in, "Ma'ma, sir, would either of you like anything?"

Sylvia lifted up her head slightly upon hearing such sweet voice, only

seeing a pretty flight attendant pushing drinks cart around.

“Two glasses of orange juice please," Sylvia politely replied.

The flight attendant immediately brought two cups of juice to Franklin

and Sylvia.

"Enjoy," she said.

"Thank you," Sylvia replied, taking a sip from her own cup.

“I'l have an orange juice too," a girl sitting across the aisle suddenly

spoke up.