Chapter 189

Julie realized she shouldn’t pry into what Kieran was hiding from her because the answer might give her insomnia tonight. So she decided to ask the question she’d always wanted to know.

“So, if Ivan survived, how’s Bertha Stewart’s kid?”

She’d always wanted to know the answer to this but never had the nerve to ask. After all, Bertha’s child was Lucian’s only kid, and Kieran had once said that he’d treat the child as his own. So, if the kid hadn’t survived, it would have been a deep blow to Kieran too.

Kieran had been waiting for Julie to ask this question because that kid was like a thorn in her heart. Only if she asked him directly would he tell her the answer without hesitation.

He pulled out his phone, opened his photo album, and found a picture to show Julie.

In the picture, there was a little boy wearing a black hoodie. He was as tall as Ivan, sitting on a floor full of puzzles, staring blankly at Animal Planet on TV. His long eyelashes shadowed a pair of deep black eyes that seemed melancholic beyond his years.

“Phoebe Hernandez.” He said.

“Phoebe.” Julie repeated softly, her fingers gently tracing the child’s picture, seemingly lost in thought.

He knew she was pondering why Bertha named the child Phoebe.

Then it dawned on Julie. “Where is the kid now?”

Bertha had committed suicide by jumping off a building. The cause of her death was still under investigation. Lucian was a dangerous man and was incapable of taking care of a child. If the kid wasn’t with Kieran, where could he be?

“Switzerland.” Kieran said, “Bertha wanted Phoebe to be with Camilla Stewart. Phoebe was sent to Switzerland right after she was born.”

Camilla was Bertha’s sister, or, in other words, Phoebe’s aunt. It made sense for Bertha to decide to let Camilla take care of Phoebe.

Whenever Julie thought of Phoebe, she thought of Lucian.

“You still haven’t found Lucian?” She asked with worry.

While looking at Julie’s frowning face, Kieran gently stroked her cheek but eventually shook his head. All he could say to her was, “I’ll let you know the moment there’s any news about Lucian.”

“Promise you’re not lying to me?”

“I promise.”

pinky finger. Even though it was a childish gesture, Kieran still hooked his pinky with hers. “You know, you can’t always trust a man’s

words in bed.”

her face. “All I know is that if a man lies to

underestimating space technology.” He pulled her into his arms as he

asked casually as

mother of wisdom.”

he meant, he said, “Why don’t you test me? After you’ve recovered from your ordeal, I’ll prove to you whether or not I’ve cheated on you physically. What do you say?”.

fell

hand, pointing to the

to ask, ‘It’s raining,

Daphne’s number, and said, “It’s pouring heavily outside, and Daphne might not have an umbrella. I wonder if she’s

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Daphne’s number with a serious look

few times before it was

home yet?” She

the corner of her mouth. “I’m home; I’ve been home; stop worrying

up without waiting

raining when

hospital door. Julie’s sudden kidnapping that day had left her in a hurry to reach the

black Passat suddenly stopped in front of her. Daphne hadn’t seen this car before, so she curiously stared into the dark window, only for it to be rolled down unexpectedly.

in the driver’s seat.

rain, pretending not to see the man in the car. Her acting was worthy of

owner of the car had no intention of letting her escape like

pretending as if nothing had happened, and

a hurry. He just drove his car, following Daphne

see a person and a car slowly

strong feeling that if she didn’t get in the car,

was not far from her single apartment. So Daphne just kept on pretending that she had no idea who was in

then disaster struck.

rat, and only when she was about to dig for her keys in her bag did she have the

her bag was still at Lionel’s

the woman standing at the apartment door with a troubled face, “Did you leave your keys at my place? Daphne, you’re really lucky that I happened to drive by, or else you might be spending the

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