Chapter 391

Only then did Theo remember Stinky Daddy was still present. He quickly hid behind Maeve and whispered, "Mommy, I think he heard me. We need to trick him."

Will observed Byron's expression and thought, But why did I feel it was too late?

"How else do you plan to trick me?" Byron's sharp hearing had caught Theo's whisper.

Theo instantly hid completely behind Maeve.

Maeve calmly pulled him out. "It's alright. He already knows."

"...What?" Theo was dumbfounded. When?

Maeve continued, "He knows you're Jaylen's son, and he said he'll treat you as his son."

The two little ones were stunned. When did I/my brother become someone else's child?

Perhaps his blindness was a blessing. If Byron could see, he would notice Theo's unhappy expression. Stinky Daddy didn't like me, and now he's claiming me as his child!

"I don't want him to be my daddy!" Theo's cheeks puffed out. His voice was filled with displeasure. "I only have Mommy! I don't want him!"

Even Will couldn't persuade him, offering silent support instead.

"It's your choice. If you don't want to acknowledge him, then don't," Byron said unconcernedly. He was doing this for Maeve. Theo's unwillingness didn't matter. I'm not short of a son.

Theo turned away angrily.

Maeve looked at the oblivious Byron and chuckled inwardly. I can't wait to see how you coax your son.

After dinner, Maeve returned to her room to change. She was about to put on her nightgown.

The bedroom door opened.

Seeing Byron enter, Maeve panicked, using her clothes to cover herself. Then, noticing his glasses, she remembered his blindness. It didn't matter if she was covered or not. "Why didn't you knock?" she mumbled.

"Knock on the door to your room?"

Byron went straight to the small sofa, touched the armrest, and sat down, elegantly crossing his legs.

Maeve muttered inwardly, How did this become your room?

His smooth movements surprised her. "Why can you see? Have your eyes recovered?"

"Not yet."

"Then how did you know the sofa was there?"

She'd only recently bought it. He couldn't have known its location beforehand.

Byron tilted his head, tapping his glasses. "It's a new product from my company. It shows a general outline of the surroundings."

"Can you see details?" Maeve quickly put on her nightgown. It would be awkward if he said yes.

Byron sneered. "Do you think you've developed superhuman vision?"

Maeve waved her hand in front of his eyes. "Can you see what I'm doing?"

"Yes, you're making a V sign."

Oh my God! Maeve's face flushed. "You knew I was changing and still came in?"

Byron laughed. "What part of your body haven't I seen? What's there to hide?"

Maeve tried to remove his glasses, but he held her wrist, rubbing it before playing with her fingers.

She struggled, but couldn't break free.

"Why are you in a bad mood?" Byron asked softly.

Maeve was stunned. "How did you know?"

I hid it well; the children didn't notice. She was puzzled. "Your voice is lower than usual. You only sound like that when you're unwell." She was impressed by his observation skills. His sight didn't matter.

She revealed the truth about her biological father.

Byron frowned as he listened. "Did he find you only for the stolen jewelry?"

"And for money," Maeve complained. "When he heard the jewelry might be with me, he wanted to kill me. He didn't even pretend—" Byron's expression turned cold. "He wanted to kill you?"

Henry was as good as dead in Byron's eyes.

Maeve's mood sank. "Byron, I don't have high expectations. I just want to know what kind of people they are, to fill the gap in my mind."

"I don't understand. Some fathers search for their missing daughters for decades, loving them deeply, while others are like Henry." She couldn't comprehend the difference. Perhaps I wasn't worthy of that kind of love.

Byron pursed his lips, lifting her onto his lap, his arm around her waist, stroking her hair.

Maeve rested her chin on his shoulder. "I even called the police. He ran away, but I don't regret it. A mistake is a mistake."

"You did well," Byron said calmly. "But next time, discuss it with me first. I don't know what that lunatic will do if cornered."

Maeve responded gloomily.

"Where's your bodyguard?"

"Tom? He went home."

Byron stated firmly, "From tomorrow, I'll assign bodyguards to you."

Maeve didn't refuse. Henry was a time bomb. He might find her again. It's best to have bodyguards. "However," Byron asked, "are you sure Henry is your father?"

Maeve nodded. "The paternity test confirmed it. He showed me a photo of my mother. We look alike."

"Is that so?" Byron frowned slightly, doubt flashing in his eyes.

Maeve felt relieved. She no longer felt trapped.

"Let's not talk about this," she said, touching his glasses. "Can you take them off? I want to see your eye."

Byron held her hand. "It's the same. You can look later."

"Didn't the doctor say it would heal soon? How long has it been?"

"I'm not sure. It might take a while."

Maeve sensed something was amiss, but couldn't pinpoint it. But if he says so, there shouldn't be any problems… right?