CHAPTER 134: CHAPTER 116 FAYE TOWNSEND, ADMIT IT, YOU STILL HAVE FEELINGS FOR ME_3

"But legally, I’m your father."

"I’m still young, the law can’t control me, I only listen to Faye."

Hunter Warren couldn’t help but laugh at Darnley’s response. This little guy was quite clever. If he really had such a son, it might not be a bad feeling.

Darnley made a funny face at him and took Uncle Rivers’ hand to go inside: "Uncle Rivers, my mom said I should talk less to strangers, let’s hurry home, I want some tapioca pudding."

Uncle Rivers nodded: "Alright, alright, let’s go home. Mr. Warren, if there’s nothing else, we’ll head inside."

Hunter Warren nodded: "Go ahead."

Uncle Rivers took Darnley’s hand and pushed open the big door to go inside. After the door closed, Hunter could still hear the conversation between the elder and the young one inside the yard.

Uncle Rivers said, "What flavor of tapioca pudding do you want? With fruit?"

"Sure."

"What kind of fruit do you want to add?"

"As long as it’s not grape-flavored, anything else is fine. I don’t like grapes."

"Okay, okay, then wait a moment, I’ll have Mrs. Lee make it for you."

Standing at the door, Hunter furrowed his brow slightly. This little guy also doesn’t like grapes?

Lucas Warren really likes grapes, but he himself doesn’t love them.

This little one’s taste... Why is it similar to his?

Hunter Warren’s eyes intensely fixed on the door of Faye Townsend’s house. For a moment, his mind was in a bit of chaos.

Hunter’s phone rang at an inopportune time. He pulled the phone from his pocket, glanced at it, turned around, answered the call, and got into his car: "Stop rushing me, I’m on my way."

On the other end, Roman Hughes’ irritated voice came through, "You have the nerve to lose your temper. I’ve been waiting for you for half an hour, okay?"

Hunter hung up the phone, looked back at Faye’s house, and then started the car to leave.

When Faye was in the study reviewing documents, Darnley burst in from outside: "Faye."

Faye turned her head and pursed her lips: "You’re back."

Darnley ran to Faye’s side and leaned into her embrace: "Faye, I just saw Mr. Warren at the door."

Faye’s brows furrowed slightly: "Oh, really."

"That Mr. Warren said he’s your husband, is it true? He must be lying, right? How could he be your husband? You don’t have a husband."

Faye lifted her hand to gently rub his head: "By the definition of the law, he is indeed my husband."

Darnley’s face instantly turned woeful: "How could it be, then he wasn’t lying to me.

So when he said he was my dad, it was also true? That way, don’t I have three dads?"

Faye’s hand brushed his head again, paused slightly, and she shook her head with a somewhat unnatural expression.

"You won’t have a third dad. I’m in the process of divorcing him, and soon, he and I won’t be husband and wife anymore."

"Really? Then if you have a husband, why don’t you live together? Why are you getting divorced? Is Mr. Warren a bad person?"

Faye thought for a moment and said, "A person’s goodness or badness isn’t something that can be judged in a single sentence by others.

Some people are seen as good in others’ eyes, but they may not be kind to you.

Others may appear as villains in others’ eyes, yet they might treat you very well.

In the eyes of others, Mr. Warren might not be so kind. But in my eyes, he’s not a bad person.

As for why we’re getting divorced, it’s simply that marriage wasn’t the best choice for either of us.

Divorce is our mutual respect."

Darnley scratched his brow. Faye knew he didn’t understand.

Faye laughed: "You’re still young, it’s okay if you don’t understand now, when you grow up, you’ll naturally understand some things."

Only then did Darnley happily nod: "Grandma Lee is making tapioca pudding, let’s go downstairs to have some."

"Mommy’s a little busy right now, why don’t you go down and find Grandpa Rivers, let him accompany you, and I’ll join you later, okay?"

Darnley thought for a moment and nodded: "Then... I’ll go call Sister Clara to join us."

"No need, your Sister Clara is very tired today, so she went to sleep early."

Clara pouted with little interest and nodded: "Then I’ll go myself to find Grandpa Rivers."

"Good boy." Faye nodded as she watched Darnley leave the study.

Bringing work home did make her feel a bit guilty towards Darnley.

But there was nothing she could do; she was really stretched thin.

After Hunter Warren arrived at the S Bar, he went directly to the private room where his buddies often met.

Upon entering, Roman Hughes was talking with Owen Lennon about something.

Seeing him come in, Owen Lennon handed him a glass of wine: "You’re late, a drink as penalty."