Mr Carroll Went Crazy After Divorce

Upon thinking about it, Sion suddenly shuddered and then a hint of doubt surfaced in his mind. “Keep investigating!”

“Yes!”

After David turned around and left, Sion’s hand on the table clenched tighter and tighter. It was as if someone had deliberately covered his vision with thick fog, preventing him from discovering the truth. However, this was not enough to scare him.

He now knew that Morgan was his biological daughter. Regardless of anything else, he would investigate the whole matter thoroughly.

“Sion.”

Just as he was lost in thought, the office door suddenly opened and Maisy walked in carrying a thermos bottle. Her sharp voice interrupted Sion’s thoughts.

He raised his head and looked at David next to the door with some dissatisfaction.

“Mom, why are you here?”

David rubbed his nose sullenly. How could he dare to stop Sion’s mother?

As if she couldn’t see any resistance in Sion’s eyes at all, Maisy walked straight to the sofa and opened up the thermos bottle. Instantly, a soup aroma filled up the room.

“What are you talking about?” asked Maisy, “Do you know how long has it been since we’ve seen each other?”

Her voice carried sincere concern as a mother, along with a hint of grievance.

“I want to see my son, do I still need an appointment? Besides the fact that you’re so busy working, Mom is worried that you’re not eating well.”

Sion heard his mother’s worries which eased up on his expression somewhat before waving off David.

“Yes, after I finish this busy period, I’ll come back home to accompany you.” Sion still furrowed his brow slightly but went over anyway before picking up the soup and taking one sip.

A strong medicinal taste hit him upon drinking it making him unconsciously frown.

Maisy saw him drink it down though, causing excitement to appear on her face. The reason she came here today was Nevaeh, who told her that Sion lost track of the little girl who stayed by him all day long and he was still looking for her.

In Maisy’s opinion, he should give up right away. After all, that girl was from nowhere. If Sion liked the child so much, he could just have his child with Nevaeh instead.

Maisy changed topics intentionally coughing once before saying, “You’re going with me later tonight for dinner at Nevaeh’s house okay? I’ve already promised her.”

Sion paused momentarily after hearing this before setting down what he had been holding onto, “So your purpose for bringing me soup today is it?”

Maisy wanted to drag him along with herself over dinner at Nevaeh’s house but found an excuse by bringing soup instead.

“Is that what you think of your mother?” Maisy’s face immediately turned cold, with a hint of motherly authority, and she continued, “It was just a coincidence that the soup was prepared for you since morning. Should I have thrown it all?”

She looked genuinely hurt by her son’s misunderstanding.

Sion lowered his gaze and sighed.

“I already drank the soup. As for dinner, you should eat with her because I’m busy with work.” Said he.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

“What kind of work keeps you so busy?”

Upon hearing his refusal, Maisy became instantly annoyed. She had already discussed with Nevaeh about their plan tonight. Thinking about something, she continued to persuade him, “I’ve told Nevaeh to make more dishes so that you could have a good meal tonight. If you don’t go now, do you want her to think that even your mother can’t invite you out for dinner?”

Sion pinched his forehead and felt a headache coming on. As he knew, Maisy wouldn’t stop until she got what she wanted. Sion suddenly had an idea and remembered that Nevaeh was the only person he had ever been intimate with before; maybe she knew something about Morgan. If he took this opportunity to ask her about the pregnancy and miscarriage incident, perhaps there would be some clues.

“Okay, I’ll go with you.” Sion thought of Morgan and regained his composure as he lifted his head in agreement.

Meanwhile, after contacting Maisy earlier on, Nevaeh quickly prepared all the delicious food from outside packaging one by one, and dressed herself up like these dishes, pure yet tempting at the same time. Men must love this feeling like being bathed in spring breeze.

She smiled satisfactorily while looking at herself in front of the mirror, and imagined how Sion would react when he saw her. Just then, the doorbell rang outside. Nevaeh quickly got up from her seat, picked up an apron hanging on the kitchen door side, and put it on before going out to open the door.

“Sion, Maisy, you’re here.”

Sion glanced at her sideways as he walked into the house. Maisy followed closely behind them, giving Nevaeh a glance before heading towards the dining room.

“Nevaeh made so much delicious food, it must have been hard work. Sion, you should eat more.” Said Maisy.

“Yeah.” Neveah couldn’t help but smile shyly as she looked towards Sion beside her, “These are all dishes that I know are your favourite.”

Upon hearing this, Soin casually glanced over the dishes without caring much about how rich or beautiful they were. He didn’t say anything, but instead turned around and headed towards the living room.

“Alright, alright. Leave the rest to me. You go and take a break.” Maisy said as she gave Nevaeh a nod before heading into the kitchen to take over.

Nevaeh followed Sion into the living room.

“Sion, have some water first.” She placed a glass on the coffee table and sat down next to him.

She was wearing a cream lace dress with a low neckline that revealed just enough of her curves to make one wonder what lay beneath. She was confident that this outfit would work its magic on him.

Sion raised an eyebrow as he looked at her, trying to read something from her expression.

Nevaeh felt pleased when he finally gave her his full attention. Her outfit had worked.

“Sion.” She began, tugging at the hem of her dress and revealing even more skin.

“After all these years, don’t you understand my feelings for you?” asked she, expectant.

Sion remained unmoved but somewhat stunned by her advances. He started suspecting that Nevaeh had a hidden face.

He was silent, while Nevaeh leaned against him like a docile cat, and inadvertently rubbed him with her chest.

“Sion, I know loved me once, can we start over again?”

Suddenly, Sion threw her away abruptly as if he had bumped into something that shouldn’t be touched.

“Nevaeh,” Sion asked in earnest, “did you have a miscarriage five years ago?”

Nevaeh froze at his question. It had been so long since anyone had brought up that question.

Why was he asking about it now? Had he found out something?

Her eyes darted around nervously as Sion continued, “I need to know if it’s true.”

Feeling overwhelmed by emotions, Nevaeh collapsed onto the sofa with tears streaming down her face, “Yes, it’s true. My first child…”

Sion watched silently as doubts crept into his mind about whether or not he truly knew this woman after all these years.

“If Morgan wasn’t her child… Wasn’t it her that night?” Sion thought.