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Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart novel Chapter 74

Summary for Chapter 74: Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart

Chapter summary: Chapter 74 from the book Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart by Quirinus Amalia

Discover the most important events of Chapter 74, a chapter full of surprises in the acclaimed novel Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart. With the engaging writing of Quirinus Amalia, this Internet masterpiece continues to thrill and captivate with every page.

"You told me before that five years ago, it was an accident. I believe that between you and Sage, just like me and Molly, it was an accident and a mistake. Moira, I want you to know that I won't give up on you."

With that, Morgan strode towards the elevator, leaving behind the astonished Moira. She had a blank face, but in the end, she bitterly smiled. This stubbornness of Morgan did not move her any further, and it only gave her some pressure.

Isn't it good to live with each other life?

Moira had just entered the hall when she heard her cell phone ring. She picked it up and saw that it was from Sage. She frowned. It was clearly just a door, yet this man still wanted to make a call? Do you mind the high cost of the phone call?

Could it be her son?

"Hey!" Moira picked up the phone.

"Make dinner before seven o'clock." With a cold command, he hung up.

Moira looked at the phone with astonishment. She exhaled as she felt more and more like she was being treated as a servant by Sage. Wasn't this just paying a hundred thousand yuan for food? He was actually pointing fingers at her now.

Meanwhile, in Sage's main hall, Lucas had moved a chair over to look through the peephole as soon as he entered. He climbed down from the chair and said happily to the man watching the news on the sofa, "Daddy, that uncle left."

"I got it!" Sage's eyes were fixed on the IPAD. He indifferently agreed, indicating that he knew it.

Lucas also let out a breath of relief as he secretly glanced at his father's face. Was Daddy really not jealous at all? The uncle just now was also very tall and handsome. Furthermore, he even confessed to Mommy. Was he not angry at all?

At this moment, he saw that Sage was reading a piece of news from five years ago. It was an outdated fake news that the Ashtons and the Garcia family's marriage alliance had failed, that the bride had reneged on the marriage, and that their relationship had turned stiff.

Moreover, there were a few photos of Morgan and Moira that were captured five years ago. The two of them held hands as they strolled around. It turned out that this woman's former boyfriend was Morgan.

It was no wonder that they were still intertwined and entangled with each other. Furthermore, because of Morgan, Sage now knew that he had just cancelled his engagement to another girl from the Garcia Family. Moira's half-sister, Molly.

It looked like this was a scene of two sisters fall in love with a man. In other words, the fight between Molly and Moira downstairs last night was also to snatch away this man.

He was quite clear about Morgan's background. The Ashton Group Hotel was spread all over the world, and was the leader of the luxury hotel industry, and in recent years, Morgan had already taken over the position of the successor. His market value seemed to have risen again, and his position had already pushed his way into the top ten list of the richest men in the world.

Sage wasn't interested in this sort of fake ranking, but every year, his name would unquestionably be listed at the top of the ranking list. For those on this ranking list, his family's businesses could only be seen at the tip of the iceberg; it was impossible to list the actual market value of his wealth.

Sage thought about how Moira liked this Morgan. If she were to marry him in the future, would his son have to call him his stepfather?

Thinking of this, Sage felt a strong sense of rejection and dissatisfaction in his heart. Other than calling his father, his son would never call another man father.

In the kitchen.

Moira was in the midst of cooking dinner. Morgan's appearance had indeed disturbed her mood. He had actually moved upstairs. If Molly were to know about this, who knew what she would think of her!

She hoped that Morgan would quickly move away so that he wouldn't bring trouble to her.

It was already 7 o'clock, and she was wondering something while cooking the dinner. On time, Sage and his son pushed open the door and entered the kitchen. Seeing that there were only two dishes on the table and the sound of cooking could be heard in the kitchen, his expression suddenly darkened.

After Moira had finished cooking, she took out a plate and placed it on the table. At the same time, she also used a warm handkerchief to place a pot of pigeon soup on the table and served the rice.

Sage and the little guy were sitting at a table. A man stared at her with a pair of cold eyes that clearly showed that he was displeased. He warned, "Next time, you must prepare food before seven o'clock. If you make my son hungry, I will deduct the food fees."

Moira also felt that she had let down her son. It must be starving to be cooking so late at night!

"Daddy, I'm not hungry. I ate a lot in the afternoon at school! Don't blame Mommy." The little guy immediately took care of Mommy's emotions.

"Alright, I'll cook as early as I can in the future." Moira replied, giving her son a bowl of food. Just as she was about to serve her own food, Sage handed her a bowl. Moira took it and scooped a bowl for him.

After they sat down to eat, the little guy immediately reported, "Mommy, your car was wrecked last night. Daddy will repair it for you."

"Hm! I know." Moira lowered her head and replied.

"Daddy is very good to you!" The little fellow said with a smile.

Moira raised her gaze and looked at the elegant man before her. She said vaguely, "Thank you."

Sage glanced at her, but didn't respond. The little guy secretly glanced at his father, then answered on his behalf, "Daddy said there's no need to be courteous. This is what he should do."

This man's expression clearly didn't seem like that. It was as cold as a block of ice that wouldn't melt all year round. Any woman living with this kind of man would definitely freeze solid in a few days.

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