Greg interrupted Wyatt, "Wyatt, it's not the time to talk about this. Let's talk about it when I arrive." After hanging up the phone, he immediately asked Wayne to book the earliest flight to Europe.
Hearing the voice of Greg on the phone, Leona opened her misty eyes and asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"
Greg nodded, "There's something wrong with Europe. I have to go there as soon as possible. You take care of Eden. If anything happens, call me immediately. Even if I can't come back in time to deal with it, I'll arrange for someone to come here."
Leona nodded, "I'll take care of Eden. Is the Lord awake over there?" This was what worried Leona a lot. She was afraid that once the Lord woke up, he would take Eden away at any time.
Although she signed that bullshit contract with Greg, at least before she gave birth to the two children, Eden would still be with her.
Besides, Greg was not that heartless. After getting along with him for so many years, she knew him well. He usually said something cruel, but in fact, he was not so cold-blooded.
Besides, the contract he made just didn't allow her to leave. As long as she didn't leave, maybe the Lord wouldn't take Eden away from her.
Greg held her in his arms and kissed her on the head, "Don't worry. I won't let grandpa take Eden away. Wait for me here, okay?"
"Okay, I know. Don't worry." Nestling in his arms, Leona nodded obediently, putting aside those external factors. She was very relived in the embrace of Greg, which made her feel at ease.
There was a knock on the door. A servant said through the door, "Sir, Mr. Wayne is waiting for you downstairs."
"Got it. I'll be right there." After saying that, Greg hugged Ling Leona again, "Wait for me at ease."
"I will. Do you need me to pack your things?" She left the warm embrace and suddenly, she felt a chill.
"Don't bother. There is everything the
was eating, shiver all over. Seeing that his mother didn't look good, he asked carefully, "Mommy, is the food not to your taste? I'll cook it again." Then he walked towards the kitchen.
"Eat and eat. Now the result has come out. He hasn't accepted you yet. He doesn't intend to admit your identity at all. You are still in the mood to eat." Rona stood up angrily and walked towards the bedroom. Not long after, she appeared at the door, dressed neatly.
Omar asked timidly, "Mommy, where are you going?"
"Go to find your Daddy. Stay here. I may not come back tonight." Then she slammed the door and left, leaving Omar, who was seven years old, alone in the room.
Mommy's temper was getting worse and worse recently. It was all his fault. He shouldn't have made her angry.
On the way, Rona kept thinking about how to find Greg. She had bribed the hospital to help her make a fake test report and a fake paternity test result.
Yesterday, there was news from the hospital that the result had been given to the doctor named Joe. If she guessed right, Greg should know the result yesterday afternoon.
But he hadn't contacted her yet, which made Rona more irritable. Logically speaking, Greg should contact her as soon as he knew that Omar was his child.