My Son and I Reborn Together, He said He would Help Me Chapter 09

My Son and I Reborn Together, He said He would Help Me Chapter 09

The next second. 

I decisively clicked hang up. 

Late night, a hotel, a man. 

No matter how you listen to it, it doesn’t sound right. 

I, of course, knew this was my biological son. 

But Vincent and Victor didn’t know! 

I took a deep breath. 

And looked up again. 

The two people’s expressions could no longer be described as 

just ugly. 

Have you ever seen a ghost? 

I have. 

And two identical ones at that. 

Victor suddenly laughed. 

“Lily, is this the new friend Vincent was talking about?” 

I subconsciously looked at Vincent next to him. 

His lips were pressed into a straight line, making his already 

frightening face even more gloomy. 

Vincent swept his gaze over my nervous face and said to 

Victor: “You’re scaring her, go back to your room and apply ice 

first, go on a business trip tomorrow to calm down for a few 

days before coming back.” 

After saying that, he handed the ice pack in his hand to Victor. 

I was stunned. 

Is this… an eviction order? 

Victor was a bit anxious: “But brother, Lily and that little 

brat…” 

Vincent’s hand rested on Victor’s shoulder. 

Forcefully turning his body towards his bedroom. 

“Yeah, I’ll handle it, you review the documents ahead of time 

tonight.” 

Victor still wanted to say something. 

But meeting Vincent’s unquestionable gaze, he had to keep 

quiet. 

Only leaving behind a sentence: “Talk to her nicely, she’s 

afraid of you.” 

Hearing the last few words. 

Vincent slightly furrowed his brows and shifted his gaze to 

watch me. 

Victor returned to his bedroom. 

Leaving me and Vincent staring at each other wide–eyed. 

My phone was still vibrating continuously. 

It was Tyler constantly sending me messages. 

Vincent lightly swept his gaze over the phone and asked me: “Are we going to chat standing at the door?” 

I sighed, realizing this matter wasn’t going to just pass. 

So I had to let Vincent in. 

He followed behind me. 

I could clearly feel a gaze with a very strong presence on my 

back. 

My heart started to beat uncontrollably again. 

I clutched my chest to calm my heartbeat. 

Comforting myself: It’s okay, he hasn’t been reborn, just treat 

him as an Vincent. 

After thinking like this for a few seconds. 

I felt a bit discouraged. 

It wouldn’t work. 

Since I was little, I had been both afraid of and fond of him. 

It had become a conditioned psychological reflex.