The Cherished Wife

Peter dragged Tania toward the parking lot, but she immediately shook off his hand. "Enough. I told you I don't want to hear it, and I don't care about you and Riley anymore." "You-"

"Mom, are you mad? Don't be mad at Daddy, please." Brandon's soft voice interrupted. Tania froze, looking at Brandon with a complex expression.

With innocent eyes, Brandon added, "Daddy is so nice. Please don't be angry with him."

Not only Tania but even Peter was taken aback. "Brandon, what did you just call me?"

Brandon lowered his head shyly, his little fingers tapping together nervously. "Daddy! Don't you like it? But I really want you to be my dad!" Peter paused. "Yes, I like it... I love it!"

"Brandon!" Tania cried out. "He's not your father. He's... He's Mr. Peter... You can just think of him as your uncle."

he said through gritted teeth. "Is

uncle. Telling him to think of you as his uncle

my patience has limits. Take that back,"

and Jack never had a true marriage. In fact, your wedding was likely a sham. As for Brandon... He's my son, and that's a fact no one can change." With

reluctantly getting into the car. She sheered,

to

Tania and Brandon in the back seat. "Don't worry, he's got a tough heart. You won't

then called Charles. "Charles, where are

You're taking Tania back to the Lennon residence?" Charles leaned against a bench, watching as Noelle cheerfully scooped ice cream into her mouth. He took her hand, snatched the spoonful she had just dug out, and popped it into his

protect them," Peter assured him.