Scrambling to Be the Father of His Ex-Wife's Kid novel Chapter 2414

Munchkin looked up at me with clear eyes that were unique to children. He grabbed my clothes with his little hand as if refusing to let go unless I gave him an answer.

While I was amazed by how sensitive Munchkin was, I was also troubled by his persistence. Matters of the adult world were still too complicated for children.

I pondered for a bit before answering in a nonchalant tone, “I’m just not used to it.”

“Is that so?” Munchkin tilted his head, looking thoughtful but not convinced.

I nodded. I thought it was cute that the little guy was pretending to be serious. I held his hand and brought him to the bedside before sitting down. Then, I asked if anything interesting happened in school.

Speaking of this, Munchkin instantly got excited. He began chattering non-stop until Caroline came up to call us down for dinner. By then, he was still looking at me with a gaze that asked for more.

I scratched his little nose, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. “Let's continue talking after dinner.”

Munchkin was very satisfied. He took my hand, and we went downstairs. We just so happened to run into Theo, who had just returned from outside, as well as Delia, who had come to greet him after hearing him.

I watched from the sidelines with no intention of going over. Munchkin blinked suspiciously. He had wanted to go looking for his father but then stopped and sat obediently beside me.

I was a little irritable because of Delia's presence, and this emotion reached its peak when Theo accepted the soup that Delia handed to him.

"I'm going back to my room first. Call me if I’m needed for anything." I did not want to stay here and watch the two of them as they behaved intimately with one another, so I went back to my room after saying this.

Munchkin looked at his father who was wearing a dark expression and his godmother who had a phony smile on. He immediately jumped off the chair without even bothering to wipe his mouth. "Mommy, wait for me. I'm full too."

The little boy's movements were rushed, and I was shocked when I saw him. Fortunately, he was not hurt, so I led him up to the second floor.

"You can't do that next time, alright? Not only will you be in pain if you get hurt, but I'll also feel distressed." I told him a bedtime story, and when I recalled what happened just now, I threw in a lesson.

Munchkin could more or less tell my worry. He leaned his fair and tender face over and rubbed it against my hand as he said in a soft voice, “I’ll remember that, Mommy.”

“That's good.” I could not resist his obedient behavior as the corners of my lips hooked up into a smile.

Seeing this, Munchkin sighed like a little adult. “You shouldn’t worry me too, Mommy.”

I was a little puzzled, but before I could ask, Munchkin beat me to it. “Mommy, did Godmother disturb your life with Daddy recently?”

This question hit the nail on the head, and deep down, I was moved. I did not expect a child to be able to see the situation at home so clearly.

What was the use of that, though? Theo’s attitude was the deciding factor.

With the light at the head of the soft bed shining to one side, Munchkin recalled my bitter smile as he was pulled slowly into his dreams.

Munchkin would not be returning to school until the afternoon that day. Hearing that the number of children suffering from short-sightedness was increasing day by day, I did not dare let him watch TV for too long. Thus, I found a super huger jigsaw puzzle for both of us to play.

Munchkin was having fun. Whether or not it was intentional, he ignored Delia when she came over a few times.

It just so happened that Theo was done with the work on hand and had come down to play with Munchkin. Delia’s expression changed dramatically when she saw both father and son enjoying themselves.

She then targeted me. “Wanda, tell me the truth. You said something to Munchkin, didn’t you? Why has he been ignoring me today?!”