Chapter 14: Will You Be My Mommy's Husband?

Before the teacher could finish speaking, Ivy picked up the little boy and said angrily, "If all the teachers at your school are of your caliber, then I can only consider changing kindergartens. I didn't pay for my son to come here and be scolded."

After saying that, she left with her son.

Ivy carried her son to the school gate and placed him on a bench by the roadside, gently patting his little head.

"Ian, it's wrong for them to call you a bastard, but it's also wrong for you to hit someone, understand?"

The little boy sat on the bench, his short legs swinging back and forth, looking utterly adorable.

He pouted and didn't say a word, just snorted and turned his head away.

Ivy smiled helplessly, "Alright, Mommy knows you're upset. Are you hungry? Let's go get something delicious."

"Mommy, I don't want to go back to that kindergarten!"

"Okay, Mommy will find you a new kindergarten tomorrow, alright?"

Only then did the little boy smile and nod happily, then jumped off the bench and shouted, "I want to eat steak!"

Looking at her son's small figure, Ivy felt a pang of heartache.

Her child must have been really hurt when others called him a bastard.

Should she find a father for Ian?

That night—

After returning home, Ivy bathed her son, put him in his pajamas, and then carried him to bed.

"Baby, read your picture book for a while, Mommy is going to take a shower."

"Okay."

Ian obediently took out his picture book and started reading, but as soon as Ivy entered the bathroom, he secretly picked up the phone and called Riley.

The call was quickly answered.

The man's voice on the phone was gentle and charming, "Ivy, you're still awake this late?"

"Daddy Riley, it's me!"

Hearing the adorable little voice, the man on the phone chuckled, "Little boy, why aren't you asleep yet? Don't you have kindergarten tomorrow?"

"Daddy Riley, will you be my mommy's husband?" the little boy asked seriously into the phone.

He had had his eye on Daddy Riley for a long time, thinking he was perfect for Mommy.

But Mommy just didn't seem to get it, which was driving him crazy.

The man laughed indulgently, "Little boy, you want me to be your dad?"

"Yes, you be my mommy's husband and my daddy, then everything will be perfect. You don't have a child or a wife anyway," the little boy blinked his grape-like eyes, feeling he made a lot of sense.

Just then, Ivy came out of the bathroom and overheard her son's words.

"Ian! What nonsense are you talking about!" She walked over and snatched the phone away.

The little boy looked at her with pitiful eyes, "Mommy..."

"Go to sleep! Uncle Riley is very busy, why do you keep calling him?"

After uttering those words, she carried the phone out to the balcony. Pressing it against her ear, she explained with a touch of awkwardness, “I’m really sorry. He just keeps making those secret calls to you. I hope he didn’t disrupt your work.”

“Don’t worry about it. Don’t scold him,” the man replied, letting out a soft laugh.

“Um… don’t let what he said bother you. You know how kids can say the most unexpected things.”

She knew she wasn't good enough for Riley and had never thought of it that way.

Riley was so outstanding, and she was a divorced woman with a child—how could she possibly deserve him?

But on the other end of the phone, Riley said, "What if I told you I took it seriously?"

"...Huh?"

Ivy was stunned, not knowing how to respond. What did he mean by that?

"Go to sleep, goodnight, I have work to do."

"Uh, okay."

Ivy hung up the phone, still in a daze, then smiled helplessly.

He must have been joking—there was no way Riley would be interested in her.

...

Soon, it was the day of Old Mr. Zane's birthday banquet.

At the law firm, Ivy hadn't even left work yet when Old Mr. Zane's call came through.

She glanced at it and answered, "Grandpa."

"Ivy, today is my birthday banquet. You promised you'd come, so you must come. I’m waiting for you."

"Grandpa, I..."

"Don't make excuses! Can't you even attend Grandpa's birthday banquet? I've spoiled you for nothing."

Ivy smiled helplessly, "Alright, Grandpa, I'll be there on time."

"Good! I'll be waiting."

After hanging up, Ivy opened her desk drawer and took out a black velvet box.

This was a gift she had originally planned to give to her grandfather four years ago, but after the divorce, she never got the chance.

Now was the perfect opportunity to give it to him.

Ivy planned to just go, give the gift, and leave—she didn't intend to stay long.

But she didn't know that Old Mr. Zane had set a trap for her, with one goal in mind: to make her and Dillan remarry!

...

As night fell, Ivy left her son with the babysitter, changed into a new outfit, and headed to her grandfather's birthday banquet.

When she arrived at the hotel banquet hall, she saw Dillan and Kay there as well.

How awkward...

She stood there, unsure whether to go in or leave.

Fortunately, Old Mr. Zane spotted her and walked over with a smile, "Ivy! You're finally here, I’ve been waiting for you! I thought you weren't coming!"

Ivy smiled, "Of course, I promised you I'd come. Grandpa, I wish you a long and healthy life."

She took out the birthday gift she had prepared and handed it to him, "Grandpa, these are prayer beads I got for you from the temple. I hope you like them."

When Dillan saw her, a look of displeasure crossed his handsome face. He hadn't expected Ivy to come.

Kay's expression was even worse—she felt that Old Mr. Zane was deliberately humiliating her.

He was so cold to her but so warm to Ivy, clearly making a fool of her in front of everyone at the banquet.

Old Mr. Zane took the gift, opened it, and looked pleasantly surprised, "Ivy, you really know me best."

Kay glanced at it, full of disdain. It was just a string of prayer beads—what was so special about that?

She couldn't help but say, "Old Mr. Zane, the jade decoration I gave you was bought at an auction for thirty million. I—"

As soon as Kay spoke, Old Mr. Zane was displeased and said sharply, "Did you spend your own money on that? Wasn't it Dillan's money? You might as well say it was my grandson who gave it to me."

Kay's face turned pale, speechless.

Dillan said sternly, "Grandpa!"

"Am I wrong? She spent my money to buy a gift for me. Do I not know how to spend money? Do I need her to spend it for me?" Old Mr. Zane's words were full of sarcasm, showing complete disdain for Kay.

"Dillan, stop it, it's my fault..." Kay grabbed the man's arm, her face as white as a sheet.

Ivy was a bit shocked by the scene—she hadn't expected Old Mr. Zane to be so sharp-tongued.