A Life Debt Repaid

At the same time, Cordy’s heart skipped a beat. She felt as if she was tugged somewhere in her body, but she could not quite describe it.

The boy then ran up to her bed and climbed up to it on his little feet without a pause, snuggling up to her and hugging her with his soft, little body. “Were you bullied, Mommy?”

He then released her and carefully wiped her tears with his stubby hands.

Cordy realized then that her tears were leaking from sheer frustration, and her heart almost melted from the boy’s comfort.

Even so, she was still positive that she did not know him.

Smiling and tousling the boy’s smooth curly hair, she spoke with unexpected mildness. “You have the wrong person, kid.”

“No, you’re my mommy. Daddy and I will protect you from now on.” The boy spoke with confidence and excitement. “Daddy has a bad temper, always pulls a long face, doesn’t like to talk, comes home late, gets stomach aches because he doesn’t eat on time, and smokes… but he’s rich and handsome. Please don’t leave us ever again, Mommy.”

Cordy was left speechless and smiling helplessly. “You’re adorable—but I’m not your mommy.”

“Dicky.”

A cold yet alluring voice spoke from the door just then.

The boy flinched and turned his little head in that direction, with Cordy following suit.

A man stood at the doorway, his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, and he carried the air of indescribable abstinence.

His facial features seemed sculpted to perfection and his visage projected wit and composure. He stood towering and upright with a noble but nonchalant air.

None of the rich and important men she met held a candle to those bewitching looks!

“Daddy!” Timmy greeted him primly and properly.

Even as Cordy turned toward Timmy again, she realized the reason why the boy was so good looking.

“Back

reluctance—he must have been properly

turned toward Cordy and said, “I have to go, Mommy. But I’m just next door, so could

him once she saw

that she was not his

My name is Richard Levine, but everyone calls

be over six

cuter, even perfect, as the child

his way. However, despite that stiff and

enjoy talking much, and she actually felt comfortable with the man’s distant reaction toward

of bed

was plastered, she stubbornly leaned on her crutches to reach the floor. It seemed to have grown into a habit, but she was used to being alone—even

she was like this, allowing her to persevere despite

it took her considerable effort to leave the washroom, Cordy stepped out and found that

the man watched as her face

I look that scary?” he asked with his deep,

shook her head. “I just didn’t expect

was just feeling fortunate that he was aloof—his

ever so slightly. “The name’s John Levine. The venue where you held your wedding happened

chase—as the owner of the venue, he certainly had

you were caught in the fire and suffered a fracture in my premises,” John continued then, his tone as businesslike as it was solemn. “I hence offer to cover for all your expenditure while you’re staying here in this hospital, and that includes

“Just covering my

her a little weirdly just then, whereas Cordy’s feet were getting numb from standing too

moving around. He asked, “Would you

“No… Oh!”

finished when her crutches suddenly

about to fall, John darted