My Son's Mom Will Be My Wife

My Son Mother Will Be My Wife Chapter 9–Gregory has disappeared

At the Sawyer Group, Nicholas was still in the meeting when he received a call from Andrew. As soon as he heard that Gregory was missing, he jumped up and stalked out of the conference room with a steely expression, announcing through gritted teeth:

-Fired!

He couldn’t hide his anger and hostility. “This is pure incompetence! What’s the point of keeping staff if they can’t even keep an eye on a small child?”

He seemed more mutinous than a few seconds ago when he got into his car. Just as he was about to run back to the mansion, his phone rang with an intrusive trill.

It was an unknown number, Nicholas noted, but he was so stunned that he made a mistake and answered the call instead of rejecting it.

As soon as the call connected, an awkward female voice filled the other line, stuttering:

“H-Hello, President Sawyer. It’s me, Tessa, the violinist who performed at young Mr. Gregory’s birthday banquet the other day. Do you still remember me?

She didn’t hear any response, but what she did hear was her heart pounding in her chest. She wasn’t presumptuous enough to think that Nicholas would remember her after their brief encounter on the yacht, but then again, that wasn’t her priority.

Clearing his throat, he immediately explained:

“President Sawyer, Gregory has come to the orchestra building looking for me. I was worried that you might be looking for him, so I thought I’d give you a call. If it’s not too much trouble, could you come and take the little one home?

Nicholas’s gaze darkened at that and he said coldly:

“Get all the information you can about a woman named Tessa Reinhart right now: her

phone, she stepped on the accelerator and

…

managed to reach the building in record time, taking just over an hour to complete the journey, which was

anyone could see the stormy look on his face. Seeing him, she Tessa straightened

“President Sawyer!”

as he kept quiet, not even daring to let out

stark contrast to their fidgety demeanors, Gregory was sitting up, his little legs dangling over

voice sounded somewhat disembodied, as

keep all that audacity, but how dare you run

and Trevor jumped at the thunderous volume of his voice. Gregory, however, seemed very calm as he haughtily turned his

my fault you didn’t keep your promises, Dad. You told me you would take me to see the fair lady, but you went back on your word, so I have no choice but to come here alone.” He spoke softly, but that did

surprised by his son’s protest, and for a second he wasn’t sure he had the right to argue. He couldn’t deny that he had been making excuses to Gregory,

my schedule to bring you to see Miss Reinhart. You shouldn’t have run away from home. We

cooped up at home for the past three days, so don’t tell me you were busy working! Don’t think I don’t know that you see me as a silly child who swallows your lies. I

aloud before she could stop

had welled up in him seemed to disappear after the little boy’s grumble. Once calmed down,

lady the way you wanted, don’t you think it’s time

beautiful lady.