Love After Divorce by BELLA

Chapter 124:

“Darling… you’re so bad!” Adrian said, noticing Stella didn’t respond. He poked her ankle with his little finger, like a kitten trying to get attention.

It was so cute that, despite her earlier frustration, Stella’s irritation quickly faded. Her precious son always had a way of lifting her mood, no matter how upset she was.

Stella knelt down, gently holding his tiny finger, and sighed softly. “Alright, I won’t say anything about Uncle Tristan anymore, okay?”

“Uncle Tristan is a good man! Darling, you can’t be mad at him!” Adrian replied passionately.

The way he said it made it clear—Adrian was fully on Tristan’s side, even defending him! Stella was surprised.

When had her son become so attached to Tristan? She hadn’t even noticed their bond forming.

Stella rubbed her forehead. At this point, she didn’t dare speak poorly of Tristan in front of Adrian anymore.

She worried that her son might actually turn against her in defense of Tristan’s kindness.

“Go wash up, Adrian. After that, we’ll have breakfast and I’ll take you to school,” Stella said, trying to move the morning along.

Adrian agreed, but not before picking up one of his racing cars to bring with him into the

watched him run off and shook her head. Kids loved their

their years abroad, she hadn’t been able to provide Adrian with anything like what Tristan had

never bought such expensive toys for

there wasn’t much left over for luxuries like high-end toys. And now, seeing how much Adrian adored Tristan’s gifts,

available

the toys only highlighted something Stella had been trying to ignore:

always a gap she couldn’t fill. The bond Adrian had

down on her. Maybe she had been wrong

for Adrian financially and emotionally, but a father’s presence was something

been woken by the noise, stepped into the living room and was immediately struck by the chaotic mess

did all this?” Emily exclaimed, her

last night that you were going to sell these toys? What happened?”

emerged from the bathroom holding his toothbrush in one hand and his toy car in the other. “Look at my racing car! Isn’t it

if you wanted to tear everything open, you could’ve at least kept the boxes neat! How am

his toy, suddenly frowned. “Who said we’re selling them? These are my toys from Uncle Tristan! I’m not giving them to

Adrian accidentally sprayed some of his toothpaste foam onto Emily’s