Because Serena had called him, Dylan was restless and came to find Spencer for a chat.
No matter how ruthless Dylan was, he would never harm his own child.
He glanced coldly at Serena, who kept her head down, clearly ignoring him.
Prideful and stubborn, Dylan shook his head indifferently. “Nothing. I just wanted to have dinner with you, but it seems you already have plans. You wouldn’t want to eat with me, right?”
Spencer looked at Serena gently. “Yes, I already have plans. Maybe next time.”
A pang hit Dylan’s heart as he wondered, ‘Spencer is serious!
Though displeased inside, Dylan knew they were divorced.
He glanced at Serena again. “Stella, I never did those things you accused me of. I never poured lubricant on the stairs to make you lose the baby.
“Even if I disliked you, I wouldn’t hurt that child. You told me you would take the baby after it was born. Since I agreed, how could I harm the baby inside you?”
Dylan explained everything in one breath, feeling much relieved.
Serena stared at him coldly and unyieldingly. “I will continue investigating this matter until I get a satisfactory answer.”
“If it wasn’t you, then stay out of my investigation and don’t tell Eliana. But if you and Eliana are involved, I will personally make sure both of you pay for my son,” she added, her voice resolute.
Dylan frowned, a hint of dark hostility coloring his already sinister aura.
The lubricant incident had planted seeds of doubt in his mind, too.
“But why didn’t you tell me back then?” Dylan asked.
Serena’s heart ached sharply. She swallowed her pain.
She said, “Dylan, my child died. I held the funeral alone. I was heartbroken, and when I needed comfort most, you left for abroad. You must have gone to be with Eliana, right?”
Dylan tried to explain.
“Dylan, I heard you’ve been acquiring a fashion company these past few days for Eliana?” Spencer changed the subject, unwilling to dwell on the past.
‘The past is the past. The future is what matters most, Spencer thought.
Dylan nodded. “Yes. Eliana studied fashion design and even won awards. After Alibaba, she didn’t want to rest
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at home; she wanted to pursue her dreams.
At the mention of the woman he loved, Dylan’s sinister edge softened. Deep in his eyes was an unmistakable affection, genuine and tender.
That was the kind of warmth Serena had never seen from him.
Spencer’s deep eyes glinted with a smirk. “Dylan, for the woman you love, you really don’t hold back. I heard you offered 300 million for that company,”
“Yes, but they won’t sell. I’ll try again in a few days,” Dylan said.
The company had great prospects and was a well–established fashion house.
With a capable designer, its reputation could rebound quickly.
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