Her Sensational Return with Triplets After Six Years

Chapter 20 Making a Match

Chapter 20 Making a Match

What?

Hearing Raymond's words, all the people present were shocked.

He fell in love with another woman? That was impossible!

"Even if you are in a hurry to dump me, you don't have to make such an absurd excuse. I don't believe

it!"

Although Aria heard a woman's voice in his room last night, she couldn't accept what he said.

"Believe it or not!" After saying this, Raymond went out with Tyrone in his arms.

Aria hurriedly wanted to chase him, but Nolan held her back.

"Why do you stop me? I'm going to ask him who that bitch is!"

"Aria, you need to calm down." Looking at her, Nolan wanted to slap her on the face. "No matter who

that woman is, he has never loved you. Why are you so stubborn?"

"Nolan, I'm your sister! Now you take his side?"

"Just because you are my sister, you should know that there are many other men in the world.

Raymond doesn't love you, but other men will love you. You've done so much for him, but the fact that

he dislikes you won't change. Do you understand?"

"I don't understand!" Aria got rid of his hand angrily. "In the final analysis, you don't want to help me. I

will go to ask mom and dad for help."

She ran out in tears. Nolan felt helpless. She lost her mind!

After getting on the car, Tyrone immediately leaned over and asked, "Daddy, you just said you like a

woman? Is that true?"

Hearing this, Raymond looked at him with frightening eyes. "Did you ask Bethany to go to my room?"

"I..."

"Damion, you pretended to have amnesia in front of me and uttered nice words to deceive me. In fact,

your purpose is to help that woman get close to me."

"Daddy, you've got me all wrong. Because mommy dislikes me, I just want to change a mommy who

loves me. Bethany is very suitable to be my mommy."

Raymond said nothing.

Tyrone pressed his lips and continued to apologize. "Daddy, don't be angry. Forgive me. Your

handsome and charming face doesn't look so good because of anger."

"You've changed a lot."

"What I tell you comes from my heart." Looking at Raymond's face carefully, Tyrone felt that his anger

dissipated slowly.

He asked, "Daddy, Nolan told where I come from. Since mommy gave birth to me before you woke up,

will my mommy be someone else? Aria hates me, so I don't think she is my real mother."

"It's basically impossible."

"Why?"

"Because of your grandmother."

Raymond's mother was a strong and cold-hearted woman. In commercial circles, her handling of affairs

was not inferior to that of men. She was unlikely to treat other people's child as her grandson.

Since Damion was Raymond's own son. His mother could only be Aria. Raymond's mother payed most

attention to family and descent, so she wouldn't allow another woman to give birth to his child casually.

"It can't be so absolute. What if there are other possibilities?"

"If your biological mother is someone else, but she hasn't appeared yet. You are six years old. She is

an unqualified mother."

Tyrone was wordless.

He suddenly felt Raymond's words was very convincing.

"Do you believe that there are two kids who look exactly alike, but are unrelated to each other by

blood?"

Tyrone couldn't figure out this problem! He was a carbon copy of Damion. Was it a coincidence?

"I don't believe it."

"Then..."

"Damion, you have too many questions. Daddy is driving. You will bother me."

"I'm sorry, daddy." Tyrone immediately covered his mouth, and then hummed, "I will keep quiet..."

Raymond couldn't help but smiled. His son was really cute.

If Damion played tricks on him like this before, Raymond must be furious. However, he pretended to be

poor and said some good words, Raymond was not angry.

Tyrone was a emotionally intelligent kid, so he could cope flexibly. In Bethany's house, Damion had

been blaming himself since Bethany left.

He had been sitting on the sofa in the living room and finally fell asleep. When he woke up, it was

already the next day. He was sleeping in the bed.

"Beth!" He woke up with a start, and then hurriedly ran to the living room without putting on his shoes.

Bethany was making breakfast in the kitchen at the moment.

"Beth, you're back?" Damion asked carefully and nervously. His heart thudded madly against his ribs.

"I came back last night. Why did you fall asleep on the sofa?" Noticing he was barefoot, she frowned

and picked him up. "Why don't you wear your shoes? You will catch cold and have diarrhea."

Damion couldn't resist Bethany's gentleness. He had never experienced such gentle maternal love.

"Put on your shoes, then wash your face and brush your teeth. After that, come out to have breakfast.

I'm cooking ravioli for you." Holding Damion back to the bedroom, Bethany let him put on slippers.

Damion observed her carefully. She didn't look angry. Their lie had not been debunked?

"Beth." Damion continued to ask, "Who is that patient last night?"

"That is a patient with serious mental and physical problems. Bethany summed it up. Hearing this,

Damion was stunned. Did that patient refer to his daddy?

Although his daddy was not in good health, he had sanity absolutely.

Was it because of him and Tyrone that the cognitive differences between his daddy and Bethany

appeared?

What should he do?

"Beth, is that patient so bad?" Damion was afraid of being exposed, so he dared not ask directly. "The NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

VIP secret patients in the hospital should be tall and handsome except for their physical condition.

Right?"

Seeing Bethany's skeptical eyes, Damion immediately explained, "This is pure surmise on my part!"

"He is good-looking." This was the truth. When she was Ms. Caldwell, she knew a lot of rich second

generations. Most of them were average-looking. No one could touch Raymond when it came to

appearance, but...

"But he has a bad character. Forget it. Brush your teeth and wash your face."

After saying this, Bethany went out. Damion wore a worried expression. Her impression of his daddy

was so bad. How could they develop their relationship?

"I must find a way." Damion said to himself.