Rebirth: Clinging to My Possessive Magnate

"Look at you, all sweaty from playing." Sophie Wilson laughed as she took out a tissue, wiped the sweat off the little one’s face, and gently touched his cheek.

"Mom." The little one clung to Sophie Wilson’s arm, acting all cute and coy.

Sophie Wilson chuckled, "Mom is here waiting for you."

"Okay." The little one nodded vigorously, let go of Sophie Wilson’s arm, and turned to dash off.

Sophie Wilson turned around, looked at Chloe White, who seemed struck by lightning, and said with a smile, "Miss White, rest assured, I wouldn’t divorce Mr. Seymour because of the little one. After all, the little one is our child."

Rumble——

Chloe White felt as if her world was flashing with thunder and lightning, brilliant bolts tearing through the sky, the ground cracking inch by inch, leaving her unable to stand firm, swaying on her feet.

"He, he is..." Chloe White spoke, forcing a few harsh, awkward words through her dry throat.

"Yes, my son with Mr. Seymour." Sophie Wilson nodded with a smiling face.

That easygoing smile, in Chloe White’s eyes, was more terrifying, more detestable than a devil!

What did Sophie Wilson just say?

If Charles Seymour had a child with another woman, she would never forgive him.

Sophie Wilson—what she said—clearly was setting her up!

"Sophie Wilson, you tricked me!" Chloe White questioned angrily.

"Tricked you?" Sophie Wilson looked at her amusingly, "How did I trick you?"

As they spoke, the little one had already circled back from the front entrance of the villa, pattering towards Sophie Wilson.

Sophie Wilson bent down and scooped up the little one who dashed into her arms.

The little one wrapped his chubby arms around Sophie Wilson’s neck, rubbing his small head happily against her face.

Mommy, sweet-smelling mommy.

"Oh, you say my son is so cool. That’s right, why should he be warm towards strangers? To get lured away? My little one did the best." Sophie Wilson snorted, speaking with pride, "My little one is the best."

The little one, snuggling in Sophie Wilson’s arms, grinned and sweetly laughed upon hearing his mom praise him.

"You, you..." Chloe White just saw darkness looming over her vision, about to faint if not for her efforts to control it.

"Chloe White, haven’t you thought about why no one in the Imperial City knows about Mr. Seymour having this child for such a long time, and it was only you who discovered it?" Sophie Wilson asked amusingly.

"Miss White, you have time to investigate the little one’s background, but couldn’t grasp the crucial point?"

Sophie Wilson’s words made Chloe White stagger back a step; she realized the problem now.

"That’s right, because Mr. Seymour has always hidden the little one, not letting anyone outside know." Sophie Wilson said with a light laugh.

"He managed to keep it hidden for so long, and now that he’s about to marry me, why would he let such a flaw slip?"

"Do you think he’d have the nerve to do that? Getting ready to marry me while raising a child with another woman." Sophie Wilson casually thrust a verbal knife into Chloe White’s chest.

"How are you so sure he has only ever liked you?" Chloe White was indeed goaded into anger, questioning furiously, "Before meeting you, could he not have liked someone else?"

"Hmm..." Sophie Wilson thought for a moment, then earnestly replied, "He really couldn’t have."