My Son and I Reborn Together, He said He would Help Me Chapter 20

My Son and I Reborn Together, He said He would Help Me Chapter 20

Under the suppression of the bloodline. 

Vincent dragged Tyler out. 

I don’t know what method he used, but when Tyler came back 

in, his face was crestfallen. 

Vincent didn’t seem to have too much of a reaction. 

Or rather, he accepted it well. 

“So, he is your son, time–traveled back from the future?” 

Me: “…Yes.” 

More than just him. 

I was also reborn back here. 

Vincent raised his eyebrows: “Then who is his father? This kid 

refuses to tell me.” 

Tyler bristled: “My dad is dead! Dead, do you understand?!” 

Vincent shot him a cold look. 

Tyler was hovering between anger and restraint, his breath 

caught halfway. 

Seeing that neither of us planned to say anything. 

Vincent smiled: “You have so much hostility towards me, is it because I am your dad?” 

Me: “” 

Tyler: “…” 

The smile on Vincent’s face grew deeper. 

Tyler couldn’t stand seeing Vincent so smug. 

And retorted: “What are you so proud of? The meaning of my appearance here is to prevent you and Mom from getting 

together, you simply are not a good father or a good 

husband!” 

Vincent quietly swept over my stiff expression. 

He retorted pointedly: “If I really wasn’t a good father, how 

could I have raised such an innocent and naive sweet fool like 

you.” 

Me: ? 

How could you insult your own son like that! 

Tyler exploded and looked at me angrily. 

Looking a bit wronged. 

Vincent paused, as if thinking of something. 

“Since you said I’m dead, why don’t you tell me the cause of 

my death, I’m quite curious.” 

At the end, he added a sentence: “Don’t tell me it was some 

terminal illness or something. Calculating from your age, I 

was only in my forties back then, saying I was hit by a car is 

more probable than dying from an illness.” 

I suddenly realized. 

Right! 

Why did Tyler lie to me! 

I also frowned and looked at him. 

Being stared at by both of us for a moment, he 

uncharacteristically started to stammer. 

In the end, he was cornered with nowhere to run. 

And bit the bullet to admit: “Dying for love, you raised me to 18, threw all the company’s affairs to me, and went… to accompany Mom.” 

I widened my eyes. 

Dying… for love. 

In my previous life, after I died, Vincent raised our son alone, and actually chose to die for love?? 

Vincent fell silent. 

He suddenly got up, grabbed Tyler’s arm, and walked out. 

Tyler had a look of panic. 

“Hey hey hey! What do you want to do now! I still hate you!” 

Vincent remained unmoved. 

So he turned his pleading gaze towards me. 

“Mom! He’s going to hit me! Save me Mom!” 

So noisy… 

How did a calm and steady person like Vincent raise such a loud and noisy child.