Chapter 188
Michael clenched his fist. "Why?"
Rachel gave him a puzzled look. "This child was unplanned; I don't love them, and their biological father doesn't even want to acknowledge them. So, why should I keep them?"
Although she knew her words were a bit heartless, she felt it was a responsible decision for the child. Otherwise, a child with an unacknowledged father and an unloved mother would be so pitiful.
Michael's thin lips moved. "If the child's biological father is willing to acknowledge them, would you keep the baby?"
"What?" Rachel was stunned.
Michael realized he had said too much, his eyes darkened, and he quickly covered up. "Nothing, just asking."
Rachel didn't think much of it, she brushed her hair. "Of course not."
Michael frowned. Why was she so determined?
Seemingly understanding what he was thinking, Rachel lowered her eyes and said calmly, "Why should I have a child for a man I don't love and don't even know?"
Michael was speechless, thinking, 'Yes, she doesn't know that I was the man that night. So, it makes sense. And even if she knows it's me, she might still not want to keep the child.'
Thinking of this, Michael's lips tightened, and his heart was filled with mixed emotions.
He wanted to ask her why she didn't love him anymore. Six years had passed, and now she had completely moved on in just a couple of months. He even doubted whether she had ever truly loved him or if she was just playing with him.
Just as Michael was about to speak, the manager's voice interrupted him, "Please tie the ropes properly; the game is about to start."
Suddenly, Michael felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, extinguishing all his impulsiveness. He glared at the manager, his face dark.
Rachel saw him holding the red rope without moving, instead looking angrily at the manager, and felt puzzled. She thought, 'What's going on with him now? His mood swings are all over the place!'
"Mr. Smith, give me the rope, I'll tie it." Rachel reached out.
Michael withdrew his gaze, looked at her, and noticing her V-neck top, frowned slightly. "No need, it's inconvenient for you to bend over. I'll do it." With that, he squatted down and started tying the rope.
Rachel looked down at her clothes, her face slightly red. She didn't expect him to notice such a detail. With a complicated expression, she looked at him.
Michael sensed her gaze from above, looked up, and saw Rachel lost in thought. Squinting his eyes, he asked, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Rachel quickly looked away.
Seeing she didn't want to talk, Michael didn't force it. He stood up and said, "Alright, move around a bit and check if the rope feels right."
Rachel nodded and moved her calf. Since their legs were tied together, her movement unintentionally brushed against Michael's calf.
Michael felt the tickling sensation and swallowed hard, his voice hoarse, "Is it okay?"
Rachel, focused on adjusting to the rope, didn't notice his reaction. She nodded and said, "It's fine."
Seeing she had stopped moving, Michael let out a quiet sigh of relief. "When the game starts, hold my waist, step with the tied leg first, take bigger strides, and follow my lead. Got it?"
Rachel knew this was to avoid tripping and simply agreed, "Okay, I got it."
Seeing she remembered clearly, Michael didn't say more. Actually, he was worried she might refuse.
Soon, the game started. With the manager's whistle, Rachel and Michael lifted their legs in sync and started smoothly.
Family No. 1 made a mistake right from the start, neither holding each other's waist and shoulders nor agreeing on which leg to step with first, resulting in a fall after just a few steps.
Seeing this, Rachel couldn't help but admire Michael's foresight, having discussed everything in advance, otherwise, they might have had issues too.
"Focus." Feeling Rachel getting distracted again, Michael pinched her shoulder to remind her.
Rachel immediately refocused on the game. Along the way, they moved exceptionally smoothly.
As they neared the finish line, Michael suddenly heard a creaking sound, like a loose part. Looking up, he saw the panel supporting the finish line shaking.
Michael immediately stopped, his face dark. Rachel was about to ask why he stopped when his expression changed, and he suddenly lunged at her, rolling them both to the ground.
With a crash, the huge panel fell right where they had been standing.
Everyone was shocked, especially the manager, who quickly ran over and asked anxiously, "Sir, ma'am, are you alright?"
Kade, pale-faced, ran to Rachel's side and started crying. "Mom, I'm sorry. It's all my fault; I shouldn't have wanted the Gundam."
Hearing Kade's heart-wrenching cries, Rachel snapped out of her fear, smiled, and comforted him, "Kade, don't cry. Thanks to your dad's quick reaction, we're safe."
Kade looked at her through his tears. "Really?"
Rachel nodded. "Yes."
Kade finally smiled through his tears. The manager also breathed a sigh of relief.
Rachel looked at the man lying on top of her. "Michael, can you get up?"
Michael didn't respond. She called again, "Michael?"
This time, he finally responded, lifting his head to look at her. His face was pale, sweat beading on his forehead, and he said painfully, "Sorry, I don't think I can stand up."
Rachel's eyes widened. "What's wrong? Are you hurt?"
Michael weakly nodded. "I can't move my foot."
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