Chapter 675 Our Child, Named Dione
In the VIP maternity ward, the spring sunlight poured in, casting a warm, comforting glow over the room. Friends and family kept dropping by to visit. In the afternoon, after seeing off another group of visitors, Kingsley went back to the stroller to play with the baby, trying to get her to call him "Daddy."
Amara, feeling a bit better, watched him quietly. The tranquility of the moment, combined with the warmth of the sunlight, made life seem perfectly beautiful and peaceful.
Kingsley looked up and grinned. "Finally, we got some peace and quiet! Seriously, they've all just come to see my daughter for free," he joked.
Amara laughed. "Well, in that case, you'll have to keep her at home forever!"
Kingsley looked down at the tiny, wrinkled baby who was only two days old. To him, she was already the most beautiful thing in the world.
After a moment, he chuckled and looked at Dione. "Even if we keep someone in, it would be your beautiful mom. Our little Dione is calm and quiet; you still need to grow up and explore the world outside."
Amara laughed. "Kingsley, you're so childish!"
Kingsley looked at her seriously. "I really have thought about it!"
In a gentle voice, Amara said, "Let's live well together from now on. I'm not leaving again."
Kingsley smiled at his precious Dione, but his words were meant for Amara. "If you dare to run again, I'll break your little legs."
Amara said, "What good would it do you to break my leg? I wouldn't be able to take care of myself. What's the point of that?"
Kingsley replied, "I'll take care of you!"
Amara said, "Kingsley, you're really twisted."
As they were talking, the door creaked open, and Landon walked in.
Landon, who held a grudge against Kingsley, jeered, "You all look so energetic, already bickering right after having a baby! The topics you guys are discussing are pretty wild too. What kind of twisted romance is this?"
Hearing this, Amara blushed.
Kingsley didn't care at all. He stood up, took the things from Landon's hands, and smiled calmly. "Mr. Carter, you and your wife aren't much different! Getting married first and falling in love later, quite the game."
Landon was really annoyed by Kingsley who was even more sarcastic than his father, Frederick!
After the sarcasm, Kingsley turned to Amara. "You two chat for a while; I'll go get him a cup of coffee."
Amara smiled slightly. "He doesn't like sugar."
Kingsley responded, "Got it."
After he left, Landon looked at Dione and teased. "When did he become so magnanimous? He used to be so afraid that I would steal you from him."
Hearing this, Amara just smiled slightly. Landon looked at Dione closely, clearly pleased. "A beautiful little one, looks more like Kingsley."
Amara thought so too. Jesse looked more like her, while Dione was a mini-Kingsley.
Landon handed over two gift boxes, one for Amara and one for the adorable Dione.
Amara accepted them with a smile. She then asked softly, "How's your family?"
Landon knew what she meant and gave a faint smile. "Same old! I moved back to the house. At my age, I need an heir. I don't care whose child she is, as long as she is healthy."
His words startled Amara, but she didn't push further. Unexpectedly, Landon continued, "Phoebe is never home. The child cries every night, and she always leaves her with the nanny, feeling constantly annoyed."
Amara didn't know how to comfort him, but Landon just smiled indifferently. "It's better if she doesn't come back, so the child won't be scared of her."
After chatting for a bit, Kingsley came back with a cup of coffee.
Landon took a couple of sips and then put it down, lightly patting Kingsley's shoulder. "Take good care of Amara and cherish your happiness. It's been tough these past few years," he said.
Kingsley nodded. "I will. Let me see you off!"
Landon stopped him. "The car's waiting for me downstairs. I squeezed in a visit during my business trip. Can't stay long, gotta get back to the Boston office tonight. Plus, my kid at home needs me."
Amara felt a pang of sadness hearing this.
Kingsley insisted on seeing Landon to the elevator. While waiting, Landon joked, "When did you become so attentive? That's not like you!"
Kingsley raised an eyebrow. "Looks like I don't score high in your book! I came out specifically to tell you that Caitlyn is back. She might come to the hospital to see Amara later. If you wait, you might see her."
Caitlyn?
Landon was stunned. He hadn't expected to hear her name. For more than half a year, he hadn't heard a word about her. It wasn't that he couldn't find out, but he didn't try. They hadn't been in touch for a long time. He had deleted her from Facebook, so even if she shared updates, he wouldn't see them. These days, he hadn't stopped thinking about her, but he knew they were now strangers.
After Kingsley finished speaking, he stared at Landon. After a long while, Landon finally responded, his voice light and a bit hoarse. "No need."
Hearing this, Kingsley didn't insist.
He put his hands in his pockets, his features sharp and handsome. "As long as you don't regret it," he said.
The elevator arrived, and Landon stepped in, the doors closing behind him. He was alone in the elevator, staring at his reflection in the mirror. He thought he had firmly refused Kingsley, but looking at himself, he saw the hesitation in his eyes.
Suddenly, he was angry with himself. He envied Kingsley who had faced rock bottom with Amara but had found a way back to her. Landon thought, 'Landon, you're halfway through your life, and yet you still don't measure up to Kingsley.'
When the elevator reached the first floor and the doors opened, Landon was about to step out when he caught a familiar scent.
He paused and looked up, finding it was Caitlyn. She had a bit more of a tan than before, and her complexion was much better, with her skin looking tight and healthy.
Clearly, she was also surprised. She hesitated for a moment before nodding slightly, not intending to speak to him.
Landon's gaze was deep and unreadable.
After a long pause, Caitlyn asked, "Do you still need the elevator?"
Landon's eyes flickered slightly. As he stepped out of the elevator, he brushed past her, their bodies barely touching, even if it was just the corners of their clothes. In a voice so soft that only they could hear, he simply said, "Sorry."
After more than half a year, this was all he could say to her when they met again. Anything more would be crossing the line and reverting to old habits.
She insisted on setting clear boundaries between them, and the best way he could respect her was by keeping his distance.
After taking a few steps, he heard the elevator doors close behind him. It was a light sound, but to him, it felt heavy and oppressive. He turned abruptly, wanting to look back, but all he caught was a glimpse of her bright and vibrant dress.
Landon stood there for a full minute before walking out. The sunlight outside was intense. But he didn't feel a bit of warmth. Instead, he felt cold all over, and he remained listless until he returned to Boston.
In the evening, he stood on the balcony of his bedroom, smoking.
A servant came over, holding the baby, looking anxious. "Mr. Carter, Ms. Katelyn Carter seems to have a fever. Should we take her to the hospital to see a doctor?"
Landon frowned, extinguished his cigarette, and touched Katelyn's forehead. It was hot! He frowned again and said, "What's going on? How could she catch a cold in this weather?"
The servant, fearing his blame, told the truth, "Mr. Carter, when you were on a business trip last night, Mrs. Phoebe Carter suddenly came back and insisted on sleeping with Ms. Katelyn Carter. She hasn't taken care of the child much, and we were worried, but she insisted on doing it herself and said she would discuss any issues with you."
Her voice grew smaller and smaller.
Landon frowned deeply, guessing that Phoebe was causing trouble again because he was on a business trip. She deliberately made Katelyn sick to make him come back.
Was she crazy?
As Landon angrily went downstairs, Phoebe returned. Their eyes met as they passed each other on the stairs. Seeing the fatigue and anger in Landon's eyes, Phoebe smiled coquettishly. "You finally came back? Didn't you want to stay longer with that bitch Caitlyn? She also returned to the country, right? Rare chance to meet an old lover, why not stay a bit longer?"
She lightly touched the handrail with her fingers and asked, "Worried about Katelyn?"
Landon handed Katelyn to the servant. He slowly walked down a few steps and slapped Phoebe across the face, his voice stern. "Are you crazy? She's your biological daughter. What kind of mother are you?"
Phoebe was knocked to the side.
Her slender body leaned against the handrail, and after taking a while to recover, she looked up at him and responded, "It's you who drives me crazy! Landon, what are you so worried about? You never even have sex with me, so how could we have a child?"
Landon narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Phoebe raised her delicate face, laughing somewhat maniacally. "Am I wrong? Aren't you just afraid people will find out I cheated on you? That Katelyn isn't yours? Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. I'll just get rid of her, and we can have our own child."
"Crazy woman!" Landon's face darkened.
Phoebe was desperate and said, "You're not crazy, you're amazing! Raising someone else's child!"
Landon suddenly grabbed her by the throat. His handsome face close to hers, he spoke each word clearly, "You better keep your mouth shut, or I'll chop you and Briana up and feed you to the dogs. Just watch me, see if I won't."
After speaking, he looked at the servant and said, "Get everything ready, we're leaving."
The servant was shocked. She had been in this household for a long time. Although she knew Landon and Phoebe didn't have a good relationship and Phoebe liked to play around, she never expected that Katelyn wasn't Landon's child.
But involving the master's private matters, the servant didn't dare say a word.
The black car slowly drove away.
Phoebe, bleeding from her forehead and mouth, stared in the direction it left. Her lips trembled with anger as she muttered, "Even Katelyn is more important to him than I am."
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