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.

up one of his racing

off and shook her head. Kids

hadn’t been able to provide Adrian with anything like what Tristan

never bought such expensive toys for

money had gone to living expenses, and there wasn’t much left over for luxuries

available

toys only highlighted something Stella had been trying to ignore:

bond Adrian had formed with Tristan after just a short time together revealed a deep need for fatherly

the weight of her thoughts pressed down on her. Maybe she had been wrong to think she could do it all on her

and emotionally, but a father’s presence was

the living room and was immediately

kidding me? Who did all this?” Emily exclaimed, her sleepiness

that you were going to sell these toys? What

bubbles. He emerged from the bathroom holding his toothbrush in

it was you who unwrapped all the toys!” She laughed. “Adrian, 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

firm declaration, Adrian accidentally sprayed some of