The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart (Brittany and Isaac) novel Chapter 967

Daniel sat at the breakfast table, delicately sipping his milk like a little gentleman.

"Morning, Mommy." Daniel greeted Brittany with a cheery smile.

"Morning, sweetie."

Brittany planted a kiss on her son's cheek before turning to Charles. "Still feeling rough?"

Charles, still a bit dizzy, asked, "Is this your son?"

"Daniel, say hi to Uncle Charles."

"No, call me by my name." Charles waved the hand dismissively. "Does your kid have, like, a brain problem or something?"

Brittany frowned slightly.

"He's been up since dawn working on math, and they're tough ones."

Brittany had initially thought Charles was alluding to a more serious issue, but was this it?

"He really enjoys math."

"People actually enjoy that stuff?" Charles questioned his life choices. "And he's a whiz at Go too. Did you teach him that?"

"No, Grace used to play, and I picked it up from playing with her," Daniel replied proudly.

Charles let out a dramatic groan and collapsed onto the couch.

Was he really just a kid?

Brittany knew Daniel was smart and pinched his nose playfully. "Hurry up and eat. The school bus will be here soon."

After breakfast, Daniel kissed Brittany goodbye. "See you tonight, Mommy."

He then glanced at Charles. "See you next time, Charles."

Charles closed the eyes in defeat.

Once Daniel was gone, Charles bolted upright as if resurrected. "Brittany, please tell me, how old is your son?"

"Six."

Brittany ladled some oatmeal into a bowl for Charles. "Here, have some to warm up your stomach."

Charles looked like she'd seen a ghost. After a few spoonfuls, she couldn't take it anymore. She caught a whiff of her own scent, almost sour, and wrinkled her nose in disgust. "I need a shower."

"He's got a son on the side now?"

Charles mocked, but Doris fell silent.

It seemed she had hit the mark.

Charles was at a loss for words. "So what now? Do I announce that I'm a girl and marry off to a good family to stop competing with his precious son for the Clinton fortune?"

Doris looked helpless in the face of her daughter's sarcasm, exhaling deeply. "Your father said he'll set you up with enough money to live comfortably for the rest of your life."

"Ha," Charles laughed bitterly, "And you're okay with him keeping a mistress?"

"He said he'll bring the child home for me to raise."

Doris was clearly embarrassed. "Charles, you know I can't leave your father. Please, listen to me. Don't fight with him, and don't compete with your brother."

Charles had thrived in the Clinton family despite everything. It wasn’t because Doris didn’t love her daughter, but as a woman, how could she inherit the Clinton legacy?

The irony was painful.

Charles slammed the door shut, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face.