After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 741

Darius felt a sharp pang in his heart.

He gazed deeply at Bethany with gentle yet painful eyes. "You should not call me uncle."

Bethany furrowed her pretty brows. "Then what are you?"

Darius raised his warm hand, intending to pat her little head, but she tilted her head away and avoided

it. She didn't like getting too close to people; she only liked being with her mommy.

"Bethany, do you know how to read?" Darius took out a paternity test report, flipped to the last page,

and pointed to the line with the result. "Do you recognize this?"

Bethany blinked her eyes and looked at the line of text.

"Father-Daughter Relationship!"

What did that mean?

Although she was young, she wasn't stupid.

But she was confused. Wasn't her father supposed to be that scary man Tucker? How come this

document said she was fathered by this incredibly handsome man?

She looked at Darius with puzzlement and then at Isabelle.

Isabelle was dumbfounded by Darius's sudden actions. She was still contemplating how to break the

news to her daughter that her daddy had changed.

He just threw a document at them?

She was worried about how much Bethany could handle. The little girl was so young; could she accept

this fact?

Isabelle crouched in front of Bethany, holding the child's hands. "Bethany, Tucker is not your real

daddy. That's why he didn't treat you well and was mean to you."

"Will the new daddy be nice to me?" Bethany's mind was filled with doubt. What if the new daddy didn't

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Darius couldn't hold back any longer. He reached out and tightly embraced Isabelle and Bethany.

"I will, I promise." His voice was hoarse, carrying suppressed emotions that he wanted to release but

held back.

He didn't want to scare his daughter and his woman.

After a while, he let go of Isabelle and Bethany.

"I'll take care of all the household matters for Bethany."

Isabelle was still trying to process everything. Their family's household registration and other

documents were still with the Bentley family. This matter might not be easy to resolve.

"But..." She was about to say something, but Darius interrupted her, "No 'buts.' Leave this to me; I'll

take care of it."

He held Bethany's small hand and said, "Bethany, you have a beautiful name, but from now on, you'll

have my last name, Bethany Foster."

He lowered his head and asked, "Do you like this name?"

Bethany had big, bewildered eyes. "Is Mommy going to marry you? Will we become a family of three?

If not, I want to keep Mommy's last name."

Darius turned to look at Isabelle. "I will propose, and your mommy will marry me after she says yes."

"Propose?" Bethany's innocent words left Isabelle blushing.

Was this man trying to make Bethany happy?

Could an excellent man like him really propose to her? Isabelle thought quietly to herself.

Without realizing it, the family of three had arrived at the entrance of the association.

Darius carried Bethany in his arms. "Let's go, I will take you to eat something delicious."

"Tucker never carried me like this before," Bethany said, nestling in Darius's embrace. She found it so

warm and secure! His embrace was wide and comforting.

Unknowingly, she felt a sense of safety.

Was this what it felt like to have a real daddy?

She didn't quite understand, but she felt a little happy. She wondered if her mommy would be sad if she

found out that she liked her new daddy.

Bethany thought quietly within herself as they headed towards the most luxurious restaurant downtown

together as one big happy family.

In the air, at an altitude of thirty thousand feet, an airplane cruised smoothly.

Sylvia lounged by the window, lazily flipping through a magazine, while Franklin, by her side,

immediately started attending to business matters as soon as they boarded the plane.

He appeared quite occupied, and the inside of the aircraft remained eerily quiet.

Just as Sylvia was sneakily glancing at Franklin, a sweet and pleasant voice chimed in, "Ma'ma, sir,

would either of you like anything?"

Sylvia lifted up her head slightly upon hearing such sweet voice, only seeing a pretty flight attendant

pushing drinks cart around.

"Two glasses of orange juice please," Sylvia politely replied.

The flight attendant immediately brought two cups of juice to Franklin and Sylvia.

"Enjoy," she said.

"Thank you," Sylvia replied, taking a sip from her own cup.

"I'll have an orange juice too," a girl sitting across the aisle suddenly spoke up.