Beyond the Divorce

Annika quickly smiled and flattered me, nodding and bowing. "Yes, Ms. Chloe, please rest assured. If the kid really is my brother's son, I'll do my best to raise him well. You can trust me."

"Dad, Annika, what are you talking about? What son? Where did this child come from?" Arton was utterly confused about what was going on.

The elderly lady, who had been silent all along, looked thoughtful.

Suddenly, she spoke, "You're Ms. Chloe, aren't you? You claim this child is my son's, and while he does resemble our family, we can't just take your word for it. If he is Arton's son, Arton would know for sure. Please explain everything clearly to us. We're not foolish, but there needs to be some basis in fact, right?

"If my son feels that everything is right, then we can acknowledge that the child is his son. Otherwise, we can't just accept him without knowing if he really is a part of our family."

I felt deflated when I heard what Georgina had to say. I hadn't expected her to say such things.

I had thought I could leverage her influence if things didn't go smoothly, but as it turned out, she was sharp about the wrong things.

I saw that Arton was agitated, so I calmly said, "Mr. Arton, please take a look at the photos first, then we can discuss this further."

could you not know about him? Don't feel pressured. If he really is yours, take

heeded his sister's words. He

again. Arton suddenly froze, his eyes wide and fixated

abruptly and asked, "Can

place," I

old is he?"

a year old. He was born prematurely after seven months of pregnancy,"

been in contact

front of the school gate. That was while she was trying to hit me." Arton's face

this. .

fel?

very kind and has taken good care of him. If you can take him back now, maybe you'll make it in time for his

to the four members of the