C45 Mommy Is Crying

Mommy is crying

Clarie Scott found Uncle Rory outside the door. Uncle Rory came in and asked for Dempsey Wilson's permission before taking Clarie Scott to Frank Scott.

When she rode in Uncle Rory's tourist car and traveled through the huge garden, she finally realized what it meant to be rich.

Unfortunately, no matter how rich that bastard was, he was still a bastard. He would ruthlessly steal away her two children.

Clarie Scott found her red-faced son in a spacious toy room. He seemed to be having fun and was also very excited.

Assistant Isaac Corbyn, who was at the side of Dempsey Wilson, also worked very hard to accompany him. He even became his son's assistant, helping him to build a large toy rocker.

"Frank …" Clarie Scott watched as her son continued to play excitedly. She really didn't want to disturb him, but this was that bastard's territory and she had to bring him away as soon as possible.

"Mommy …" Frank Scott immediately ran over excitedly and hugged her leg. Then, he pointed excitedly at the control car that he had assembled: "Mommy, look, I assembled this myself!"

Clarie Scott was dragged by her son's small hand to admire his masterpiece. Clarie Scott couldn't bear to interrupt her son's enthusiasm, so she had to follow him.

"Miss Scott!" Isaac Corbyn greeted her with a smile.

However, Clarie Scott did not want to give him a good look. They took the child away, so this guy should have a part in it as well.

Humph!

Isaac Corbyn felt a little awkward, but he could understand Clarie Scott's current depressed and frustrated mood.

As a mother, she could only watch as her two children threw themselves into her father's arms. However, she was powerless to stop him. Anyone would be depressed.

The most important thing was that young master was a very strong person. He could feel that young master was determined to win against the two children.

"Frank, your fighting ability is getting better and better. Let's go home first, and Mommy will buy you a new toy, a bigger one, okay? " Clarie Scott immediately squatted down and took out a tissue from her bag to wipe off the sweat on her son's forehead as she coaxed him gently.

"Mommy, are we going home? Are you having a good chat with Dad? " Frank Scott asked obediently.

"Frank, Mommy will tell you this, I don't like that man, so he won't be your daddy …" Clarie Scott only dared to say that it was her son who was standing in front of her. Because the son is precocious, can understand the displeasure in her words.

If it was her daughter, Clarie Scott would probably make her daughter sad, so she wouldn't say such words.

Frank Scott blinked his gem-like eyes, as if he could understand Mommy's words, but not completely.

"Mommy, is he really not our daddy?" The light in Little Rascal's eyes suddenly dimmed.

Isaac Corbyn, who was at the side, saw the opportunity and said, "little young master, young master is definitely your father. The DNA report has already been released, which proves that you are young master's biological children …"

"Shut up!" Clarie Scott was already very annoyed. She didn't expect Dempsey Wilson's assistant to be helping the tyrant on the side. How could she not be angry?

Frank Scott had never seen his mother so angry and helpless. He was also a bit scared.

Isaac Corbyn could only shut his mouth obediently. From the looks of it, the temper of the child's mother wasn't that easy to mess with.

"Frank, you heard Mommy say that Mommy is taking you and your sister home right now, can you go back with Mommy?" Clarie Scott crouched down and looked straight into her son's eyes. She was truly helpless. The feeling of losing a child was something that no one could understand.

Fear and despair, as well as sadness and pain, filled her heart. If she could, Clarie Scott really wanted to hide outside the country for the rest of her life.

But now … It was too late.

"Mommy, are you crying?" Frank Scott asked with a pained heart.

Clarie Scott touched her cheek and realized that she was already crying. She stood up quickly and covered her mouth with her hands before walking out of the door in a hurry.

She tried to hide her feelings, but when she looked into her son's clear eyes, she collapsed again.

Clarie Scott held on tightly to the door with one hand, trying her best to calm her emotions. However, tears still flowed down her face.

It was too unfair.

"Mommy, don't cry anymore, okay? If you cry, I want to cry too!" Frank Scott chased after Mommy. His small hands tugged at the corner of Mommy's shirt as he tried to persuade her carefully.

"As long as you and your sister go home with Mommy, Mommy won't cry!" It was the first time that Clarie Scott had lost her composure like this in front of her son.

In the past, no matter how wronged she was, as long as she saw these two cute faces, she would always feel that this world was still warm and sunny.

But now …

For some reason, her emotions had become so fragile and sensitive that, when she wasn't careful, tears would fall.

"Alright, Mommy, don't cry anymore. Let's go find our little sister and bring her home." Frank Scott agreed tactfully.

Clarie Scott felt a little better after hearing her son's considerate words. She wiped the tears off her face with a tissue, squatted down, and hugged her son tightly. She didn't want to let him go, so she picked him up and left.

Frank Scott also reached out his two short arms and wrapped them around his mother's neck. He put his cheek against her shoulder, and the mother and son seemed to have reached a consensus.

"Hey, little young master …" Isaac Corbyn jumped at the sight of little young master being carried away by Clarie Scott, and wondered if young master would blame him.

It was a pity that the mother and son duo had already reached a consensus on this matter, and they simply viewed him as useless.

At this moment, in the spacious living room in the beach villa, Dempsey Wilson was staring at the little guy who was sleeping soundly.

Her face was small, but it was extremely delicate and beautiful. It was truly a wonder that such a small person like her had such a heaven-defying thick and curly eyelash. With her eyes closed, her small face was incredibly beautiful.

Dempsey Wilson's breathing couldn't help but slow down. This was his daughter.

He lived until he was twenty-seven, and now he had a son and daughter?

It was as if the heavens had bestowed upon him such a precious gift.

It was difficult to explain his current mood. It was as if no words could explain the feeling of wanting to fly.

Satisfied? Yes, he was too satisfied.

Dempsey Wilson's thin lips twitched, and he laughed so hard that even he himself didn't know how dumb he was.

If people knew that Boss Wilson, who was known to be aloof, had suddenly become a dad, would it not be shocking?

However, at this moment, Dempsey Wilson was not afraid of losing his composure. He could not control his excitement.

"Emma …" "My daughter …" Dempsey Wilson whispered to the little guy in his arms. His thin lips kissed her forehead again and again as if he didn't want to let her kiss him enough no matter what.

Of course, at this moment, he seemed to have forgotten that he still had a younger son. In the future, only God knew how badly he would be cheated.