Chapter 127

Chapter 127:

The little boy snorted and continued speaking in an arrogant tone, pointing at the robot. “My dad bought this toy for me!

The more expensive, the better! He bought me so many toys… I saw him pay with a cheque!”

Stella was speechless. When had Adrian learned what a cheque was? She had never taught him that.

Could it be that when Tristan bought the toys, he paid with a cheque, and that’s how her son knew?

But wait—what did Adrian just say? He called Tristan “Dad.” When had Tristan become his father?

Stella was about to stop him, but when she saw RK standing nearby with Alia, she decided against it.

RK had already been suspicious of Adrian’s identity, so maybe this was an opportunity to make him think Adrian had a father. It would add to the illusion and keep him from digging further.

For a moment, the scene felt like a battle of pride between the kids. The adults stood by, awkwardly watching the incident caused by a robot.

After saying that, Adrian puffed up his chest, proud of himself, and glared at Alia. “Hmph!”

Alia, not one to back down, huffed in response. “My daddy is also very rich! He’s going to buy me more toys than you have.

I’m sure I have more toys than you!” she declared before storming off, muttering to herself, “Anyway, my daddy must have bought more toys than your dad!”

After Alia left, the scene calmed down a bit. But Adrian was still fuming, staring at her retreating figure.

Stella bent down to comfort him, “Adrian, don’t you already have plenty of toys? Why are you still angry?”

Adrian pouted, clearly upset. “I have to tell Uncle Tristan later. He’ll buy me more interesting toys than her daddy ever could. Uncle Tristan will help me!”

Stella sighed. Adrian seemed so set on proving he had someone who cared for him as much as a father would.

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She felt a pang of guilt. Adrian didn’t have a father, and no matter how much love she gave him, she knew he longed for a complete family.

She had always done her best to give him all the maternal love she could, but a father’s presence was something she couldn’t replace.

Still pouting, Adrian muttered, “What’s so great about having a father anyway? Uncle Tristan is just as good to me!”

Stella, watching him, could see the longing in her son’s eyes. It wasn’t just about the toys or the competition with Alia—it was about the absence of a father figure.

Gently, she kissed Adrian’s soft cheek and said, “Adrian, go to school now. I’ll ask Uncle Tristan to come and play with you later.”

Stella wasn’t sure if she should have promised that, but for now, it seemed like the only way to calm him down. Adrian’s face lit up immediately. “Really? You promise?”

“Yes, I promise,” she lied, knowing it was just to make him happy in the moment.

Adrian’s mood brightened instantly, and the conflict with Alia seemed to vanish.

“Tell Uncle Tristan that I miss him!” he said cheerfully, holding his robot in one hand and Harry’s hand in the other as he made his way to school.

As the two boys walked off together, Harry couldn’t help but ask, “Adrian, when did you get a father? Didn’t you tell me before that you only have a mom and no dad?”

Harry and Adrian were close friends, and Adrian often confided in him.

They shared many of their little worries, and Harry was the only one who knew Adrian didn’t have a father. Adrian had made him promise not to tell anyone.

Adrian looked at Harry and sighed like an old man. “I was just pretending. Darling hasn’t found a father for me yet. I’m so anxious!”

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