Super Sweetheart of the CEO Daddy novel Chapter 1848

When she went upstairs and found her son, Monica White greeted her friend Susie Grant and picked up her son and walked upstairs.

"Mummy, don't you want to go to work anymore?" The little guy blinked his eyes and asked curiously.

"Gabe, you honestly told Mummy, did you look for Stinson Wayne last night?" Monica White put her son on the stairs and stared at him with a harsh expression.

Gabe nodded his head. "Yes, Mummy, I feel like he's like my father!"

Monica White had a sense of powerlessness. What was in this little guy's head?

Actually, he felt like he was looking for him and asked him to verify it. Now, the verification results are all right.

"Mummy, are you angry? But I really miss Daddy!" Gabe grieved, pitiful.

Monica White's cold heart suddenly softened when she saw her son's eyes flushed and his mouth flat. "Gabe, we don't have a father, do we also live well?" Monica White said with a gentle voice.

"Not good. Someone wants to bully Mummy. No one will help you. I want Dad to play with me too!" Gabe has always been very sensible. It was hard hit.

Monica White's mind buzzed, and suddenly she did not know how to discipline this little fellow.

Just then, the sound of calm and powerful footsteps rang behind her. When she turned around, she saw that Stinson Wayne was standing behind her.

"Uncle? Why are you here?" Gabe obviously did not expect that Stinson Wayne was here too. His black eyes widened in surprise.

Stinson Wayne's eyes flashed sharply on Monica White's face. When he finally looked at Gabe, it was extremely gentle: "Gabe, don't call my uncle anymore, call me daddy!"

"Ah?" The little guy obviously did not expect this, and asked in shock and joy, "Really? Are you my father?"

Stinson Wayne walked up and stood in front of the little guy. His tone was as gentle as water: "Yes, I'm your father, you're my son!"

Gabe was almost surrounded by this happy joy. He looked at Monica White in disbelief and confirmed: "Mummy, he's my father, so I guessed right!"

Stinson Wayne reached out and gently held his son tightly in his arms, whispering, "Son, Daddy won't let you out anymore!"

When she heard the words, Monica White's face turned pale. Her eyes widened as she watched her son's two small hands tightly encircle Stinson Wayne's neck, and put his small face tightly on his shoulder. Her mind flashed blank, her eyes sour, and her tears exploding inexplicably.

She quickly turned and walked downstairs.

She had just wanted to educate her son not to be close to Stinson Wayne, but now, it was hard for her to say those words.

She knew best how much his son longed for fatherly love.

Maybe she was too selfish and wanted to take her son privately, but she forgot that the children were eager for their parents' love.

Why was it so painful? It was as if there was a horn missing, hiding her most important thing. Stinson Wayne and his son hugged each other for a while and then turned around to find that Monica White had left.