Returning with Triple Treasures: My CEO Husband Is Obsessed novel Chapter 127

Chapter 127 A Son of His Own

Chapter 127 A Son of His Own

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Whether the rumor held any truth or not, once it got back to Stanley, Isabella was definitely going to have a problem on her hands. Even if Xavier wasn’t someone Stanley could easily touch, coming after a woman with no powerful backing was something he could manage without breaking a sweat.

So, regardless of how little Xavier might think of the Moore family, he would undoubtedly come looking for her. Besides, Xavier wasn’t one to invite unnecessary trouble, and Teresa–rather than wasting energy cleaning up a mess–would always prefer to turn a situation to her advantage.

“Don’t worry, I won’t drag Linda or the Allen family into this,” Teresa said calmly.

She narrowed her eyes, offering Megan a faint, knowing smile before answering the call.

“Where did you get these photos?”

The man’s voice came through sharply, without a trace of courtesy. Teresa remained composed. She stood up and moved away from Linda and Megan, walking slowly toward the floor–to–ceiling window overlooking the city.

“A friend happened to catch them. That woman is Isabella, isn’t she?” She couldn’t quite keep the satisfaction out of her tone.

It was rare to hear Xavier drop all pretense of politeness. After all, they were family–usually, no matter how irritated he was, he would still force a cordial “Aunt Teresa” out of courtesy.

Now, he hadn’t even bothered with a greeting. It seemed the photos had truly struck a nerve.

“How do you know it’s her? Have you been having her followed?”

Xavier didn’t answer her question, firing back each sentence like a bullet.

“What if I have?” Provoked by his tone, Teresa’s voice turned icy. “If you don’t find the photos convincing enough, I can always share them with your grandpa as well.”

“Go ahead and try.”

Xavier’s voice rose abruptly, sharp and dangerous, carrying a threat so palpable it sent an involuntary shiver down Teresa’s spine.

“Xavier, don’t think for a second that I’m afraid of you,” she shot back, her tone darkening.

If it weren’t for the fact Stanley still needed Xavier to eventually take over the family business, she would have settled her grudges with him a long time ago.

“The child is mine.”

The statement came out of nowhere, leaving Teresa momentarily stunned.

Xavier’s voice was firm, leaving no room for doubt–whether it was the truth or a bluff, she couldn’t immediately tell.

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Before she could gather her thoughts, he continued, “That’s also why I’m not divorcing her.”

“Xavier, are you telling me…” All traces of playfulness vanished from Teresa’s expression.

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This didn’t sound like a lie. Xavier despised disloyalty more than anything. If Isabella had truly betrayed him, he would have loathed her to his core.

Yet here he was, refusing to let her go. If there was an underlying reason–something like a child–then it all made sense.

And if Stanley found out Xavier had an heir, the future of the Moore family would be tied to him even more tightly.

“So I suggest you watch what you say from now on, unless you want to deal with the consequences.”

Xavier’s words felt like a hand tightening around Teresa’s throat.

“But there’s another man in the picture with Isabella,” she pressed, her mind racing. “Even if the child is yours, why haven’t you mentioned it to Stanley before? And who is this man?”

“Can’t you recognize your own son?”

The retort was laced with unmistakable mockery. Teresa stiffened, pausing for a long moment before shifting her attention back to the photo.

Earlier, her focus had been entirely on the woman, barely noticing the somewhat blurry figure beside her. But now, looking more carefully, the man’s build did seem familiar. In fact, it looked an awful lot like

Sander.

Hearing her silence, Xavier let out a low, cold scoff. “I have my own plans regarding my son. But Stanley cares deeply about his grandson. If Sander keeps bothering my wife, Aunt Teresa, even if you can’t control your son, you might want to think about yourself. Unless, of course, you’d like to get caught in your own trap.”

With that final, icy warning, he ended the call abruptly.

Teresa’s heart was pounding. She felt momentarily disoriented, unsure how to process everything.

If the man in the photo really was Sander, then regardless of whose child it was, she would be implicated. She had assumed that when Xavier contacted her, she’d be in a position to make demands. She never expected this call to be a threat–not a negotiation.

“Teresa… What did Xavier say?”

Seeing that the call had ended, Linda quickly stood and walked over. But Teresa’s expression was unusually grim.

“Xavier…” She trailed off, shaking her head slightly. “You’d better ask him yourself. I’m heading back now.”

Not getting a clear answer, Linda glanced toward Megan, silently urging her to step in. But Teresa ignored them both, turning on her heel and leaving without another word.

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