Chapter 270

Chapter 270:

Stella knew that when facing RK, she shouldn’t take his words seriously. But when it came to the issue of Adrian’s custody, she couldn’t stop herself from pushing back.

“Stella, I am Adrian’s father. Don’t I have the right to raise him and protect him?” RK insisted.

“Is this what you call protection? I know you want to fight for custody, but can’t you wait a little longer? Can’t you continue the fight after Adrian has accepted it all? Do you think this is truly for his sake? If you keep pushing, he won’t just hate me; he’ll hate you too.”

“That’s impossible! Adrian won’t hate me. I am his father.”

Hearing RK say the word ‘father,’ Stella couldn’t help but sneer. “You think if I tell Adrian how his father divorced his pregnant mother for another woman, and even pressured her to get rid of him, he won’t hate you?

Do you think he wouldn’t be furious and cut all ties with you? You wouldn’t even be a stranger to him.”

RK remained calm. “That won’t happen because you care about Adrian. You wouldn’t want to make him sad. If you tell him the truth, not only will you be heartbroken, but so will he. You won’t be willing to see that.”

Stella clenched her fists. RK was right—she couldn’t bear to tell Adrian about the past. She couldn’t bear to let him know that his father had once insisted on not keeping him. She knew Adrian was just a child, and this knowledge would devastate him.

“RK, don’t think I’m still the same Stella you used to bully and hurt. Ever since I came back to X City, I’ve never once considered letting you hurt me again. You won’t be able to harm me now.” Stella’s voice was firm.

She would never forgive them for the pain they had caused her. The suffering and tears she endured in France were etched in her memory forever.

Stella had never wanted Adrian to identify with the Kingston family. Even though Adrian shared RK’s blood, she had always intended for him to remain with her. And even if RK tried to fight her in court, she wouldn’t back down.

So what if they fought head-on? She had raised Adrian for years, built a bond with him, and had a stable life. RK already had Alia. She believed that no matter what, the court would rule in her favor, and Adrian would stay with her forever.

Discover your next read at gⱯlnσν퓮ℓs﹒com “I didn’t ask you here to argue. I just wanted to have a meal with you,” RK said, cutting her off, his tone slightly exasperated. He knew that fighting with Stella over every little thing was pointless.

“Why did you invite me for a meal?” Stella asked, confused by his sudden change in tone.

“Nothing special. I just realized that ever since you returned to X City, I haven’t treated you to a proper meal. I thought it was time to make up for that.”

“Thank you, then,” Stella replied, though her voice carried little emotion.

“No need to thank me. Taking care of Adrian is the greatest gratitude you can show me,” RK said.

“Wait, have you changed your mind about fighting for custody?” Stella asked, a hint of excitement in her voice.

“Not at all. Until I win the right to custody, you take good care of Adrian. I owe him a lot. I haven’t been a good father,” RK said, sounding almost regretful.

“Adrian has never blamed you. That means he doesn’t hate you. If you make it up to him, he’ll forgive you,” Stella said softly.

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll fight you for custody?” RK shot her a sly smile.

“Fear is one thing, but you two reconciling is another. After all, you’re Adrian’s father. That’s an undeniable fact.”

“When did you become so reasonable?” RK teased.

“I’ve always been reasonable, haven’t I?”

After work, RK drove Stella straight to the hospital where Alia was already playing with Adrian.

“Look at me, I’m a highly skilled gunman!” Alia exclaimed.

“Wow! Watch me transform!” Adrian responded, his imagination running wild.

The two children were having a blast in the ward. Fortunately, Adrian couldn’t get out of bed yet, or the hospital might have been turned upside down.

“Darling, Bad Uncle, you’re here!” Adrian greeted them.

“Aunt Stella, Daddy, hello,” Alia said politely.

“You’re not allowed to call my dad ‘Bad Uncle,'” Alia corrected Adrian.

“Bad Uncle, Bad Uncle, Bad Uncle!” Adrian repeated playfully.

With each “Bad Uncle,” Stella started to find the nickname oddly endearing.

RK, however, just chuckled and let it slide.

Stella set out the dinner she had brought, and the four of them sat down together to eat.

“Darling, doesn’t this look like we’re a family of four?” Adrian said suddenly, stopping in the middle of his meal. His innocent observation left Stella at a loss for words.

“Adrian, don’t talk nonsense. We are from two different families. We’re just sitting at the same table for now,” Stella quickly corrected him.

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