Empress, your vest has fallen!

Chapter 14: Mom

"Mommy, please treat me, I'm scared," says the child.

The child's voice is sweet and gentle. Tristan managed to keep his tears at bay. Hearing the child's voice, Cristine softens. She was astonished, though, when she remembered that this kid had called her Mommy. What exactly are you talking about, Mommy?

Cristine was still uncertain, so she clarified, "Who is your Mommy?" "Me?" Cristine asked skeptically, pointing at herself.

The child called out, "Mommy, please?" Cristine wasn't certain that this kid was acting, but his voice was so sad.

"Okay, okay, you can stop crying now, you'll look like a girl," she agreed at the end. Cristine pretended to be upset and said, "I will treat you gently."

"Thank you, Mom, you're the best. I'm not crying that hard," the boy tries to reason with Cristine in an attempt to regain his dignity.

Cristine finds his behavior amusing. She couldn't stop herself from squeezing his cheeks.

"Tristan, she's your mother; who'll be the father?" Adrian wryly inquired, a smile on his face. "Is it me?" Adrian's question made Cristine uncomfortable; are they trying to play house?

"No, you're not suitable; I'm going to find a good dad," the child playfully suggested.

Because of the kid, Adrian is questioning himself whether he is not good enough.

Cristine couldn't say anything. She is speechless.

Isn't she going to be asked for her opinion? Hello? In the playhouse they're building, she's the mother.

"You're not a cute kid," Adrian said as he messed up the child's hair.

Cristine focuses her attention on the child's wound. The two didn't disturb her.

Cristine remarked pleasantly, pinching the kid's cheek as a punishment, "That's done kid." Who told him he could be so sassy?

"You were simply running but still stumbled. Be more careful next time." Cristine can't help but reprimand this bear baby, yet she can't help but be soft and gentle even when scolding. It's impossible to dispute that children are angels.

"Yes, Mom," the child answered obediently. Cristine might think this baby was docile if she hadn't seen how he tortured his nanny.

"Mom, from now on, I'm your son; don't abandon me; I'll be angry."

Cristine's arm was coquettishly grabbed by the child, who said pleasantly. Cristine couldn't say anything. People will assume she has known this boy for years if they are unaware that she has only recently met him.

She thought this child had a lot of potential. She cast a peek at the kid. The pleasing expression he wore left her dumbfounded even more. His eyes were similarly brown, just like the young master, she noticed.

"Mom, okay?" the child inquired again, concerned that Cristine's mind may change.

"All right, do whatever you want," Cristine remarked casually. Tristan's face brightens and he beams. He can't help but jump out of bed and hug her, oblivious to the fact that he still has wounds.

"Okay, okay, you still have a wound," Cristine said, smiling as she pretended to apprehend the child.

Cristine comes to a halt when she hears her brother's spare phone ring. She took the phone from her pocket and answered immediately when she saw Clyde's name.

"Yes, Brother?"

"Where are you, Cristine? We've been waiting for you for a long time. Where did you go? Are you lost? Come on, tell me, and describe the place," Clyde was concerned about Cristine's inability to find her way.

"Wait, brother, be quiet first. I'm already heading there, okay? I'm not lost, and if I am, are you sure I can't go home alone?" Cristine questioned, her eyebrows raised.

"You can't go home alone," Clyde stated calmly. Cristine was startled by Clyde's certainty. She isn't a road i***t, right?

"Just kidding, you're being too serious. Just come here. We're waiting," Clyde said as she hung up the phone. Cristine just pouted.

Tristan inquired, "Mom, is that your brother?"

"Yeah, kid," Cristine said, smiling, as she prepared to reveal the miniature version of Tristan to them. Cristine was looking forward to seeing how they would respond.

Tristan was in her arms.

Adrian proposed, "Is he not heavy? I can carry him, and he has feet, so you can let him walk." That was a little savage. You're going to let the kid go around with wounds?

"Well, it's okay. He's not heavy, and he can sleep while I carry him," Cristine said quietly, oblivious to her overly indulgent face.

"Are you sure?" Adrian questioned, looking at her with skepticism. Cristine drew her brows together.

Cristine responded angrily, "Don't compare me to those other girls you've met. I'm not that frail." She despises it when people look down on her. What about the girls who are disregarded?

Adrian simply shrugged, reminding himself not to say anything until the time came. Girls are petty animals. Adrian was just watching the kid tightly hug Cristine. He couldn't say anything. This child knows how to take advantage of his situation.

When Cristine senses that little Tristan is getting close to her, she feels soft. You can just let yourself be stronger, even though she knew it would become her weakness if she was this touched.

Despite the fact that he is a bear child. He is still a little boy. He requires some tender, loving care and attention to feel that someone cares about him.

They arrive at the bench where she had been sitting for a while. She had already seen her brother, Hannah, Tristan, and the rest of the group.

"Who are you with?" Kuya inquired of Cristine, puzzled as to how she had come to know so many people in such a short period of time. She isn't really friendly.

"His name is Adrian, Clyde," Cristine said quietly as she introduced Adrian. She scolded herself for almost addressing Clyde as "brother."

"I know him," Clyde said, "I am referring to the child you're carrying." "Who is that?" he wondered. Others that followed Clyde looked at little Tristan with interest.

Cristine was taken aback when she learned that Clyde knew Adrian as well. She was intrigued by Adrian's fame. She considers him to be just like any other guy, save for the fact that he is more attractive than everyone else, at least when he isn't compared to them.

Cristine simply stated, "This boy's name is Tristan." Tristan awoke from his slumber as he heard his name.

"Tristan? Is his name truly Tristan?" Clyde inquired, evidently uncertain if what she said was true; Cristine, too, was initially skeptical; coincidences don't happen every day.

"No, Clyde, his name isn't Tristan," Cristine remarked sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

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