Taking His Son To Back Her Up novel Chapter 2

Kylie followed the sound and saw a little boy standing at the door of the ward. He seemed to be about 5 or 6 years old, wearing the same patient gown as her. His delicate features were so striking that they held her gaze.

Suddenly, something soft stirred inside Kylie, as if something inside her had been gently tugged, creating an indescribable feeling.

The little boy quickly ran to Kylie's bed without hesitation, using his little legs to swiftly climb onto her bed. He wrapped his soft body around her, exclaiming, "Mommy, did a bad guy hurt you?"

Then he let her go, clumsily wiping away her tears with his small, careful hands. It dawned on Kylie that maybe she was too upset earlier, so upset that she couldn't control her tears. Yet, the boy's actions at this moment melted her heart. But she was sure she didn't know him at all.

She smiled, touched the boy's soft curly hair, and in a surprisingly gentle voice, said, "Sweetie, are you mistaking me for someone else?"

"No, you're my mommy. Dad and I will protect you in the future," the boy said confidently. Then, with a sudden excitement, he added, "Although Dad has a bad temper, likes to look serious, doesn't talk much, comes and goes at odd hours, always has a stomach ache, and doesn't eat on time, and he smokes. But my dad is handsome and rich. Please don't leave us again."

Listening, Kylie felt a bit helpless. "Even though you're very cute, I'm really not your mommy."

"You are my mommy. I know a secret..."

Suddenly, a magnetic, indifferent male voice came from the ward door. "Jos."

The little boy trembled. He turned his small head to look back. Kylie also glanced in that direction. Despite having seen many handsome men in her upper-class society, none seemed to compare to the man in front of her.

He wore a white shirt with the top button undone, exuding an indescribable sense of restraint. His features were like finely crafted jade sculptures, exuding wisdom and composure. His dignified and upright figure carried an air of aristocratic calm.

"Dad!" The little boy obediently called out.

Kylie withdrew her gaze, now understanding why the little boy was so good-looking. He had inherited his father's outstanding genes.

"Go back to the ward," the man said sternly.

The little boy pouted, seemingly a bit unwilling, but nodded obediently.

Kylie now realized that this child had received an excellent upbringing.

The little boy turned to Kylie and said, "Mommy, I'm going back to the ward. My room is next to yours. Will you come see me later?"

Looking into the eager eyes of the little boy, Kylie couldn't refuse.

"Okay." She nodded in agreement.

She planned to explain to the boy later that she wasn't his mom.

"Oh, by the way, Mommy, my name is Joseph Hayden. Just call me Jos," Joseph introduced himself before reluctantly walking toward the man at the ward's door. The man was tall, probably above six feet. Joseph standing next to him created an interesting height difference.

The man led Joseph away without sparing her a glance from start to finish. His demeanor was stiff, distant. Yet, it didn't strike her as impolite. Handsome people probably never leave too negative an impression.

Truth be told, Kylie wasn't fond of interacting with people. The man's cold and distant behavior toward strangers actually made her feel comfortable and at ease.

She got up from the bed, her right leg still in a cast, making her movements extremely inconvenient. Nonetheless, stubborn and proud, she used the crutch and made her way. She realized she had grown accustomed to this. For most of her life, she'd managed on her own. Even during the three years with Sergio, she never bothered or relied on him.