My Son and I Reborn Together, He said He would Help Me Chapter 04

My Son and I Reborn Together, He said He would Help Me Chapter 04

Vincent was silent for a few seconds.

Then he lightly pulled my arms away.

“Lily, you’ve got the wrong person, Victor will be back in five minutes.”

It would be a lie to say I wasn’t disappointed.

But I could only pretend to be embarrassed and apologize in a panic: “Sorry Vincent, the lights weren’t on, I couldn’t see clearly.”

Vincent didn’t speak and turned to go upstairs.

I stared at his back, his body heat still lingering on me.

I secretly thought in my heart: When I get a little older, I must confess to him.

However, on my 19th birthday.

I accidentally overheard my parents’ conversation.

They said my biological parents from the trailer park were looking for me.

My originally high spirits instantly plummeted.

Am I… going to be kicked out of the Sterling family?

Going from luxury to frugality is very hard.

A powerful sense of abandonment swept through my whole body.

And this feeling reached its peak when I saw the female companion next to Vincent with my own eyes.

He came to attend my birthday banquet.

But brought another woman.

I heard the guests say that it seemed Vincent was going into a strategic marriage.

I felt like I had fallen into an ice cavern.

My secret crush had been forcibly brought to an end before it even yielded a result.

Maybe it was because I had been raised too spoiled by my parents and the two brothers.

Or maybe I was afraid of being abandoned by the Sterling family.

In a moment of hot-headedness, I handed Vincent a spiked glass of wine.

The following events progressed very smoothly.

I got my wish.

But Vincent’s first sentence was: “You got the wrong person again?”

I had imagined he would be angry, self-blaming, or guilty.

Even possibly say with a serious face that he would take responsibility for me.

But I never expected.

That he would actually say this.

Vincent… he seemed to truly not like me at all.

My affection, to him, seemed to just be a burden.

Holding back my precarious tears, I nodded.

“I’m sorry, Vincent.”

Vincent’s face was tight, his chest heaving violently.

I was too afraid of this kind of Vincent.

I used the excuse of traveling to hide from him for a month.

It was only the Sterling family’s annual health checkup that called me back.

The test results shocked the whole family.

I was pregnant.

My parents looked astonished and asked whose it was.

I just stared at Vincent.

Vincent looked at me with deep eyes.

We looked at each other in silence.

But the others had already understood.

Just like that.

We had a shotgun marriage.