Chapter 131: Chapter 131: You’re Not Ian’s Stepmother
Ivana was taken aback, not expecting Leon to think so much.
She had never thought about these things, because she and Timmy had relied on each other for six years, and she had already gotten used to this life, never considering finding another man to be Timmy’s stepfather.
If she had thought about it, she might have gotten married while abroad.
As for Leon.
It’s his business if he finds a wife. Ivana would never hand over Timmy to him. As long as Leon doesn’t deliberately discuss these things in front of Timmy, he wouldn’t be heartbroken or sad.
"President Keane also knows that finding a stepmother for a child would make the child sad? What about President Keane’s child? Wouldn’t he be sad if you brought me back? Timmy has only been with you for a few days, yet you’re so considerate of his feelings? Ian grew up by your side; his feelings are more sensitive and stronger than Timmy’s. Does President Keane care about his feelings?"
Ivana laughed sarcastically, thinking of Ian and feeling bad for some unknown reason. Maybe it was because he looked so much like Timmy.
She hoped that when Leon did these things, he would first consider Ian’s feelings; the child had autism and needed his father’s love even more.
Instead of Leon, as a father, disregarding Ian’s feelings to bring a wife home and focus all his attention on another son.
Timmy had her care and love, and he was cheerful and lively.
Ian was the one who needed family care and protection the most.
Timmy, after urinating, stood by the bathroom door, vaguely hearing the adults talking outside. He pressed his ear against the door and heard what Ivana said.
Timmy’s little heart felt as if it had been struck, it hurt so much. He bit his thin lip, and a flicker of frustration passed through his clear eyes. Yes, Mom was right; his brother also had a mom. His brother had been without his mom for so long, while his mom had always been by his side. How could he be so selfish?
Having Mom’s care and also wanting a father?
Hadn’t he agreed with himself in his heart? To let his brother’s mom return to be with Dad?
Timmy’s eyes turned red, transparent tears welled up in his eyes. Although he had already made up his mind, truly facing it made Timmy feel so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable.
Leon looked at Ivana with dark eyes and said seriously, "You’re not Ian’s stepmother, you are his real mother."
Ivana’s mouth twitched, smiling, "Are you suggesting, President Keane, that I’ve given birth to several children without knowing it?"
This man really knew how to spin a tale.
Ivana suddenly felt very sorry for Ian. If that child knew his father could make up stories like this, what would be the extent of his psychological trauma?
Leon frowned, "Ivana, I know you find it hard to accept right now, but Ian is your biological son. It’s the absolute truth. If you don’t believe it, you can have a paternity test."
Paternity test?
Ivana laughed coldly inside. In Ravenswood, Leon could manipulate everything. Even if she did a paternity test, if Leon said it was true, it would be true. If he said it was false, it would be false.
Ivana felt tired from arguing with Leon. Timmy would soon be out of the bathroom, so she said, "I don’t want to do any paternity test. If President Keane really wants to marry me, then go back and discuss it with Ian first. If Ian can genuinely accept me, then I’ll consider marrying you. That way, everyone will be happy. If we get married in the future, I’ll treat Ian as my own son."
Leon’s dark eyes lit up, "Is that what you said? If Ian accepts you, then in October’s wedding, you must be my bride."
Don’t think about avoiding it by considering; Leon wasn’t buying it.
Ian would accept Ivana. If in the past, Leon wouldn’t have been so sure, but last time when Ivana was in Ian’s room and hugged him, not only did she calm the child’s tantrum, but the child also clung to Ivana and wouldn’t let go. Leon could see that Ian needed Ivana as his mother, the power of blood ties was just that strong.
Timmy washed his face, leaned his ear against the door but didn’t hear any adult voices from the ward, so he pulled open the bathroom door and walked out.
Timmy didn’t hear what Ivana and Leon said afterward. He lowered his head, walked by himself to his hospital bed, and lay down.
"Timmy..." Ivana noticed something unusual about Timmy.
"Mom, I’m sleepy, I want to sleep." Timmy seemed truly worn out, yawned, and closed his eyes, pretending to sleep.
That night, Leon received another call from Ian.
On the phone, Ian asked him again when he would be coming back.
"Soon." Leon didn’t provide Ian with a precise time. The boy on the other end of the phone was silent while Leon frowned and asked, "Ian, is there something you want to say to Dad?"
Ian didn’t answer Leon immediately, instead, he remained silent for a moment.
"Timmy hasn’t been to school for several days. Does Dad know why?" Ian asked, and added, "It was Ms. Mason from their class who asked me to find out."
After saying this, Ian’s cold little face blushed a bit. Only half of what he said was true; the other half was a lie. Molly hadn’t asked him to inquire, he wanted to find out for himself.
Leon didn’t speak; he didn’t want to inform Ian about Ivana and Timmy’s accident right now. He intended to wait until Ivana and Timmy were discharged and he returned to the old house to tell Ian.
"Dad, why aren’t you speaking? Did something happen to Timmy?" Ian suddenly clutched the phone tightly, his youthful voice low, "Dad, what happened? Tell me."
Leon’s dark eyes flickered with frustration. How intelligent was Ian? He shouldn’t have been silent at that moment.
"When I return to the old house, I’ll tell you then."
"No, I want to know now."
On the phone, Ian’s low voice insisted.
Leon frowned. Sometimes Ian was very stubborn about things he insisted on. Nobody could change his mind. Leon believed Ian would find out through other channels if he didn’t tell him now.
For example, through Derrick Stern.
So it was better to tell him now.
"Ivana and her son were in a car accident a couple of days ago," Leon said in a deep voice.
Car accident?
Ian’s cold little face suddenly turned as white as a sheet, almost drained of color. He couldn’t grip the phone properly, as his hand became weak and about to drop.
Ian found his heart beating wildly, trembling continuously. In his mind, he even visualized the accident scene involving Ivana and Timmy—large swathes of blood, piercing his eyes, also piercing his heart.
Ian was painfully struggling to breathe.
"How... how are they?" The little boy used all his strength to finish the sentence.