Rewriting My Heart's Fate

Chapter 509

"You two won't be going anywhere! This family isn't a family without any of us!" Ethan insisted.

"But..." I muttered, lowering my eyes. My voice broke when I spoke. "You heard Julia and Vivian. To them, Zach's an illegitimate child, and they would take him away sooner or later."

I continued, "Instead of letting them take him away, I should take Zach elsewhere. At least we can prevent him from being bullied and humiliated in the future."

"I said no!" Ethan smacked the table as he shot up from the couch and then strode over to me. He grabbed my shoulders firmly so that I stared directly at him.

"Evelyn, have you forgotten that we had sworn to stay by each other's side until the end of time? Are you thinking of running away just because we run into some obstacles? In that case, is your promise even worth anything?" I wanted to retort but couldn't utter a single word. I didn't know what to say.

Ethan was right. How could I give up on our hard-earned happiness in the face of some difficulties?

"Honey, "I wanted to explain myself, but suddenly, Zachary burst into tears, his cries filling the air and interrupting the conversation.

I quickly looked down and gently rocked him in my arms.

gradually softened and stopped when he heard me, but his cute face was scrunched

now, don't cry. Daddy and Mommy will always be with you. Don't cry, okay? Grandma must've

saw how doting Ethan was. He would give up

me? Was I going to give up our wonderful family because I was a

tears and staring up at the ceiling to stop

would look for us no matter where we went. It's better we stay and protect our home instead of running away and

Ethan exclaimed, looking up. When our eyes met, I could see relief flash

you've finally thought

No matter what we

in our

of affirmation put an end to my tears, and I ran into his warm embrace. There was nothing I should be afraid

rang again. It sounded urgent, so the person who was ringing the doorbell probably wasn't in a good mood. Ethan and I looked at each other, our

Zachary in my arms and warily headed to the door. The door opened to a lean middle-aged man, whose face was cast in shadows. "Dad?" Ethan

in my mouth as I quickly walked over to

I greeted