One Night Surprise

Chapter 38 Was It Intentional, or Was It an Accident?

“You’re scaring him.” Courtney reminded Alexander with a frown. In no time, Jordan pulled his leg away and leaned his body closer toward Courtney. Alexander quickly felt a pang of regret when he saw his son’s pale little face glaring at him resentfully. He then took a deep breath before he tried to talk to his son again. “Are you blaming me because I didn’t take good care of you?”

Jordan didn’t seem interested in responding to Alexander; he turned his head and pressed himself into Courtney’s arms, his left arm gripping firmly onto the collar of her shirt. Courtney couldn’t help but feel sorry for Alexander when she saw the look of disappointment on his face. “Perhaps he’s still in shock after what happened last night. Just give him a little more time,” she said in an attempt to comfort Alexander. You’re so careless toward your own son; it’s no wonder that your son’s closer to others than he is to you. What else do you expect?

The atmosphere in the room turned rather chilly. Tina’s gaze flickered from one end of the room to the other before she quickly tugged on Alexander’s sleeve and spoke to him in a childish tone. “Mr. Alexander, can you please help me with this level? I’m stuck here.” Only then did Alexander’s tightly knit brows relax as the young girl had successfully diverted his attention. “Which level is this?” he asked as he turned toward Tina. “This! This one. I can never beat this evil boss,” she uttered.

As the tense atmosphere gradually dissolved, Courtney gently stroked the young boy’s hair as he lay in her arms. “Jordan, do you blame your father for your accident?” she whispered.

The boy shook his head in her arms before he looked up to meet Courtney’s eyes, his gaze filled with sorrow. “What is it?” Courtney was rather confused. Jordan’s arm—the one that had been dislocated—could barely move, and he only managed feeble attempts of shifting his arm up and down. Tears began to form in his eyes as he was frustrated by this.

you want to write something?” Courtney quickly asked, upon which Jordan immediately nodded. “Calm down.” Courtney comforted him before she pulled a notebook and pen out of her bag and handed it to him. He held onto the pen with his left hand, and

remarried to another person. Furthermore, judging by how inconsiderate of a father Alexander is, he probably never thought about Jordan’s feelings. It must be harder for Jordan since he can’t speak. It’s depressing to think about this, but I don’t think I’m in any position to comment about their situation since I’m just an outsider. “Your father loves you a

his head sadly in response to her words. “What is it? Do you not like Miss Price?” she asked as he placed her hands on his shoulders. Jordan seemed to

to laugh or cry upon reading what he wrote. She had no idea how she could explain herself to a young boy. Being an adult and getting married isn’t as simple as it sounds; you can’t determine who you want your mother to be just because you like someone. Right then, Alexander got up from the couch after he finished a round of the mobile game he had been playing with Tina. “What did

noted it down so that I can prepare it for him later,” she replied in an uneasy tone. Alexander immediately eyed her suspiciously when he noticed how flustered she seemed. But before he could ask her any more questions, she hopped up onto her

Courtney to come back. Alexander felt a sense of guilt building up in his chest when he saw the way Jordan looked. Maybe what Courtney said earlier was true. How

Courtney wasn’t about to return to the room, he began to doodle in the notebook that Courtney had left behind without paying any attention to his father. Alexander groaned before he noticed Tina’s figure from the corner of his eye. He then recalled how Jordan had pestered him to invite Courtney and Tina over to their house in the past. “How about this, Jordan? We can have a small party at home once you get better,

you going to talk to me now?” Alexander stroked his son’s head. Jordan then wrote something in

right outside my room. He’s right; it’s my fault for being so careless. “Alright. I’ll apologize. I’m sorry, Jordan; I’ll make sure that this never happens again in the