Yes, I Have a Child with the Villain

Just then, her phone vibrated.

It was a message from Adrian Grant.

Adrian Grant: [Something came up, so I had to leave. I saw you were deep in conversation and didn’t want to interrupt.]

Caroline Whitman stared at the message, stroking her chin in thought.

’Is this his version of showing special concern?’

She tapped her fingers and sent back two words: [Oh, okay.]

If he said something came up, then something must have really come up.

Caroline Whitman didn’t press for details.

Adrian Grant quickly replied with a single "Mm."

Franklin Whitman, who had just returned from making his rounds, came over and asked, "Huh? Where’d that kid go? I don’t see him anywhere."

The corner of Caroline Whitman’s mouth twitched. ’Why does it feel like my dad is more interested in Adrian Grant than I am?’

"He had something to attend to, so he left early. I’m going to head back too."

"Oh, well, I’m leaving too then." Franklin Whitman patted his round belly and grabbed a napkin from a passing waiter to wipe his mouth.

He’d eaten and drunk his fill, met the bride- and groom-to-be, and there was nothing else worth seeing.

「The Grant Ancestral Home.」

When Zoe Grant was "dragged" back home by Jonathan Grant that evening, he saw Adrian Grant’s child sitting on the sofa.

When the boy saw him, he politely called him "Uncle."

Zoe Grant froze for a moment, then looked around the large living room before turning to Jonathan Grant. "Where’s Adrian?"

"He’s representing us at Kenneth Ford’s son’s engagement party."

"Ha, Mr. Ford got remarried?"

Jonathan Grant shot him a look. "I know you had amnesia, but it seems you should get your ears checked too."

"Oh, oh, you mean Chase Ford? Who’s he engaged to? Wait, never mind their business—what’s with this kid? Did Adrian get married and have a child?"

Zoe Grant stared in shock at this Tiny.

He looked just like the Adrian Grant from his memories.

’I can’t believe the family has changed so much in the few years I’ve been away with amnesia.’

At this question, Jonathan Grant glanced at the little fellow, Ryan Grant, his heart filled with a complex mix of emotions.

After finding Zoe Grant, even if he didn’t want to believe this child had traveled through time, he had no choice but to accept it.

Seeing Jonathan Grant hesitate, a vein throbbed in Zoe Grant’s temple. "Don’t tell me he’s yours and Mom’s!"

"What nonsense are you spouting!"

Grace Lawson had just walked in from the courtyard. She saw Zoe Grant was back and, before she could even get excited about reminiscing, heard her unfilial son’s words and shot back angrily.

Jonathan Grant added with disgust, "The kid called you ’Uncle’! Not ’brother’!"

This time, Zoe Grant sighed with genuine feeling. "So Adrian’s had a kid all these years."

"Hey, Tiny, what’s your mommy’s name?" he asked curiously, stepping forward and crouching down to pinch the little guy’s cheek.

Ryan Grant opened his big, adorable, almond-shaped eyes and said, "I’m not telling you."

"Heh, you little brat. Tight-lipped, aren’t you?"

He turned to look at his old folks, trying to pry some gossip out of them, but Grace Lawson spoke first:

"Since you’re back, let’s eat first. After dinner, you can tell us what happened over the past few years."

"Dad and I already ate before we came back," Zoe Grant said, standing up.

Grace Lawson: "That’s great. Straight to the study, then."

Just then, Adrian Grant hurried back from the engagement party and, sure enough, saw that Zoe Grant had returned.

Ryan Grant blinked and, upon seeing his father return, greeted him out of habit:

"Godfather, you’re back."

Zoe Grant looked down at the child, then up at Adrian Grant, his jaw dropping. "Godfather?"

Adrian Grant ignored his reaction, simply walking over and patting Ryan’s back. "Go on up to bed."

"Okay."

Ryan Grant obediently slid off the sofa, and Miss King carried him up to his room on the sixth floor.

"What’s going on? Big brother, you didn’t bring home an illegitimate son, did you?" Zoe Grant asked.

Adrian Grant just gave him a cool glance. "Someone who didn’t come home after his amnesia was cured has no right to ask me questions.

Also, don’t forget to pay me back later."

"..."

Jonathan Grant finally spoke up. "Alright, Zoe, tell us what you’ve been through these past few years. How did your boat capsize that day when everything seemed fine?"

——

Caroline Whitman had barely set foot in her home when she got a call from Ryan Grant.

"Mommy, where are you?"

"I just got back from someone’s engagement party," Caroline Whitman answered honestly.

"Daddy just got back too." Ryan Grant’s milky, childish voice came through the phone. "Uncle Zoe came back today too. He was just as surprised to see me as Grandpa and Grandma were."

Ryan Grant looked at his mom on the screen as he described what had just happened.

Caroline Whitman raised an eyebrow in surprise. She had been about to ask if Adrian Grant had really gone home, but the child had just given her the answer.

However, hearing Ryan Grant mention the name Zoe Grant for the first time, it would be a lie to say Caroline Whitman wasn’t shocked.

On her way back, she had specifically searched for information on Zoe Grant.

He hadn’t appeared much in the public eye for several years, and everyone thought the heir had been replaced.

Now that this person had suddenly reappeared, could there be a hidden story behind his disappearance all those years ago?

So, Caroline Whitman asked curiously, "Your dad’s younger brother?"

"Yep. Uncle Zoe was missing for a long time before he came back," Tiny replied, rolling over on the bed with his phone.

’Missing?’

After getting some more simple information about Zoe Grant from the child, she learned that he had been in a shipwreck at sea a few years ago, and the news had been suppressed.

No wonder she didn’t know about him.

The memories she had from the original book didn’t include this character, so of course, the name was unfamiliar to her.

"Mommy, why didn’t you come back with Daddy today?"

"Hmm... Your dad and I both had things to do today. He’ll come find me later; he won’t be sleeping at the ancestral home."

"Oh."

And indeed, Adrian Grant did not stay at the ancestral home for the rest of the night.

After hearing Zoe Grant’s story, he left the old house.

The next evening, Caroline Whitman received a call from Adrian Grant:

"Are you free tonight?"

Caroline Whitman asked calmly, "For a late-night snack again?"

"No, for dinner."

Caroline Whitman glanced at the time. It was already eight o’clock at night. Normally, she would have already eaten dinner by now.

She huffed lightly. "Well, your timing is impeccable. I haven’t eaten yet."

"Come down. I’m downstairs."

Caroline Whitman went to where Adrian Grant was parked, got in the car, and asked in surprise, "What are you doing here?"

"I was just passing by, so I stopped to ask if you’d eaten."

"Where are you coming from?"

"The office. My younger brother just got back, so I’ve had to handle some changes at the company these past couple of days."

he explained briefly.

The car had already started, and just like before, there was no music or radio playing inside.

Only the sound of human voices.

The moment the conversation stopped, the car would fall silent again.

Although Caroline Whitman already knew about Zoe Grant’s existence, she still feigned the appropriate amount of surprise. "You have a younger brother?"

"Mhm. He went missing the year I returned to the country as an exchange student. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have gone to the trouble of staying in the country for a year."