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Chương 21: Chapter 21

She had her arms crossed as she looked at him sternly. "Forty-five minutes."

"Okay." He flashed a smile. It was much better than he thought. He had expected her to give him half an hour. It was only fifteen minutes of difference but heaven knew how valuable a minute was when it came to Avery giving him time to spend with Angel. He mentally prepared to show up half an hour earlier than the time she would tell him. She definitely wouldn't kick him out, right?

"What else?" She grew impatient when he stayed in her path without moving.

He looked down at her. Of course he had something else to say. Many other things. She looked so beautiful even when she was angry. He couldn't say that so he let out a gentle smile. "Thank you."

"You may get out of my way now." She glared up at him.

"I will." He spoke but still continued to stand before her. When her brows scrunched up, he stepped aside and let her walk away, speaking after her. "So, see you on Saturday?"

"Sure."

_

When he returned to his villa, he was greeted by the sight of the last person he wanted to see—his grandmother.

"Grandmother." He tried not to sound too bitter about her presence. His family had been the one who wrecked his life in the name of caring for him and doing what was best for him. It was amazing how they managed to keep a calm front despite everything they had done in the past.

Dorthe stood from the couch and met him across the room. "You finally came. I was starting to think that you spent the night out."

"Can't I?" His question came off as defensive. He was not a teenager. Not that they would have the right to control his life if he were.

Dorthe patted his back. "I would be the happiest grandmother if you had a nightlife."

"I would appreciate it if you got straight to the point." He knew that his grandmother was not here to simply smile at him and catch up on gossip.

Dorthe looked displeased but spoke anyway. "We wanted to invite you to a banquet but you have been too busy."

He slouched onto a couch and poured himself some of the scotch he had left on the side table and instructed the servants to leave it there with a clean glass. He downed the content in one gulp. "I'm busy investigating what happened five years ago."

Dorthe's eyes flickered for a moment. Watching him, Damon almost thought that she was going to detonate. Almost. At the last moment, she looked saddened by his words. "It was all our fault. We thought she was not good for you so we told her off."

"I see." He smirked. That was way too easy.

Dorthe let out a breath. "Anyways, we would like to make amends. Do you think she will forgive us?"

So that was what it was about. One would think they were merely trying to make up for what they had done but he knew them better than that. They had probably done some extremely shady deeds and were covering up by rendering his reason to investigate meaningless. At the same time, Dorthe has always wanted a great grandson and probably no longer cared that it was Avery's child. They must have investigated and found out that the boy looked like a copy of Damon.

He humored her while slumping against the backrest. "I don't know. She can't even forgive me, let alone you guys. My son has mild autism."

"What?" Dorthe let out a gasp.

His brows dipped. Didn't they know? She looked genuinely shocked. They probably didn't find everything there was to find out.

He let out a slow breath and gave a brief explanation. "He was born prematurely. I'm inclined to think that it happened because his mother was under too much stress. Do you know what this means? That whatever it is you told her, it had such a huge impact on her. If she hated you for telling her off as you put it, then she hates you even more that our baby was born premature as a result and became vulnerable, which resulted in his autism.

Do you really want to try and reconcile with her even though you never liked her in the first place?"

"Damon…" Dorthe looked guilty but she looked aside so her grandson wouldn't see it. "I'll be honest. I just want to be close to my great grandson. He is our family after all."

"I see." Damon poured himself more scotch.

"Will you bring him home for an afternoon to play? I heard that autistic children gradually lose the symptoms if they stay in a cheerful environment. Having a caring family could help."

A caring family. Her audacity to say such a thing.

Damon shrugged. "I cannot promise you that."

"What do you mean? You are his father! You have every right to bring your son to his family." She lost it.

"I'll let you know." He didn't make a specific promise but didn't deny it either. Maybe, just maybe, he should have been specific.

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On Saturday, Avery had a brief meeting with a partner she didn't finish discussing with on Friday, so she let Damon go to her villa and keep Angel company before her return. She didn't stay out for long but returned to a compound full of cheer and laughter.

"Did Damon come?" She asked the housekeeper who took her jacket upon her arrival.

"Yes." She responded. "He is playing with little master in the backyard. Would you like something to drink?"

"I would like apple juice in half an hour. Go and get some groceries later. I will cook lunch." She instructed and gave a list to the housekeeper.

Then she changed into indoor slippers and went towards the backyard. The laughter became more apparent the closer she was to them. She had never heard Angel give a full laugh before. The sound was contagious in a good way. Her lips gave way to a warm smile.

"And the devil shot the sky, making the whole world crumble down on the angel." She heard Damon's playful voice as she approached.

When she clearly saw them, her jaw almost dropped. Her son was wearing an adorable one piece suit that was similar to Damon's, only that his was white while Damon's was black. Angel's had a small pair of wings attached to its back while Damon had a pointy tail on his costume and a pair of devil ears on his head. She should take a picture of him as blackmail material, she chuckled.

Both the angel and the devil had large toy guns in their hands, which shot off balls that stuck to each other's clothes until they were removed. How realistic.

Angel's adorable voice rang out. "What's a sky? Never mind." He shot at Damon while letting out a "boom".

"Urgh!" Damon fell on the ground and clutched his chest where he had been 'shot'. He reached for his own gun, feigning difficulty. "I will not die without a fight. Wait till I remove the bullet. I will destroy the world!"

Once he removed the 'bullet', he shot at Angel who was running away and laughing, but he missed it because of his position.

Angel freaked out when he saw who Damon had shot. "Papa!"

Damon didn't realize it and steadied up. "How are you not dead yet, you little angel?"

Angel remained stiff. Damon felt something was wrong and followed his son's gaze. He had to be dreaming. The last ray of hope was shattered when Angel looked over at Avery in panic. "Mommy?"

Damon felt his heart sink to his stomach. She was definitely pissed off. He sighed and shut his eyes for a moment. "I'm sorry."

She glared at Damon and held out a hand. "Give me that."

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AN

When daddy gets caught teaching the son how to use guns XD

Unfortunately, my keyboard didn't work even after I tried drying it up using my hair dryer. I think it stayed wet for too long. The good news is I ordered a new one so I will resume daily updates soon!


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"Give me that." She looked impatient when he didn't make a move. She hated having to repeat her words and he knew it, which was why he took a deep breath and placed the gun in her hand.

Angel didn't understand why his mother wanted to take the toy away from his father but he knew that she only took his toys away when it was time for him to sleep. Confused as to why he wanted them to sleep when it was not yet time for his nap, he walked forward preparing to submit his gun to her.

Before he could reach her, she glared at Damon and fired off a series of bullets at him. "How dare you play such an interesting game without me?"

It took a while for Damon to register the roller coaster that had just transpired. Angel was the first to snap out of it, he fell on his back laughing at his father who had been shot.

Damon removed the bullet and sprinted towards Angel.

"Your gun!" Avery yelled but it was too late. Damon grabbed Angel's gun before she could, so she grabbed the boy and hid behind the hedge.

"That was close. Too bad the angel's got backup." Damon huffed and stood still, looking like he had given up. When Angel poked his head out of the hedge, he took the chance to shoot. Unfortunately for him, the two had formed a team and ended up attacking him from different sides as soon as they took out the bullet.

Avery grabbed Angel's hand and they ran away from him, only to be cornered near the fountain. Damon pointed the toy gun at Avery but shot Angel at the last moment.

The boy fell on the ground and pretended to have died.

"You took a bullet for me?" She chuckled. How cute.

"I will avenge you. I will make sure to destroy the devil." She set out in vengeance, pointing her gun at the devil.

"Think you can destroy me with that little gun you got there?" Damon laughed. "Let's be fair. You keep your gun, but I will attack you without one." He changed the terms.

"Stop looking down on me." She rolled her eyes.

For the next half hour, he chased her all around the compound but she would slip right out of his reach when he was about to catch her. By the time he wore her out and caught her, they were all heaving, out of breath. Angel caught his breath even though he had barely run and had spent the whole time cheering for his father to catch his mother. The little traitor had ditched his fellow angel and joined the devil's team.

The trio had grass all over their hair and clothes so Avery took Angel to his room for a shower before taking one too. He let Damon use the guest bathroom to clean up before bringing snacks for Angel to munch on as she prepared to make lunch.

"I guess it's time for me to leave." He glanced at his watch. She had only agreed to let him stay for forty-five minutes but it had been three hours. He knew that she would not kick him out because Angel was present but didn't what to take advantage of that. Heaven knew it might ruin the chances of her letting him in next time.

He stood and walked over to the kitchen where she had tied an apron around her body and was washing an assortment of vegetables. "I won't lie and say it was enough time. You could give me twenty four hours each day for a week and it still will not be enough." He spoke and she looked up at him.

"But I want to thank you. Thank you for letting me play with him. It meant a lot."

He waited for her to say something. When he was certain that she was not going to say a word and was probably inwardly screaming for him to run along, he rapped the granite kitchen counter for a few awkward seconds and turned to leave.

"You can stay for lunch and go after." She spoke before he could get to the door. He turned in surprise and she got back to washing the vegetables. "I don't want my son to think that I'm too mean to offer food to a starving man."

"Thank you." He smiled. The reason didn't matter. He would be able to have a meal with her and their son. He had not hoped for that much and his heart melted.

Lunch was ready soon and they all sat at the table. He realized that Angel's plate mostly consisted of vegetables and there was a bowl of assorted cookies beside it. Avery explained that she always cooked for him according to Dr. Chris' diet plan. He hated vegetables so Dr. Chris gave the green light for her to let him have cookies alongside his meals when they were mostly vegetarian.

He watched his son and realized that he only picked up the raspberry cookies. He leaned over slightly to ask, "Do you like raspberries? It's my favorite flavour too." He said. Angel looked up in pleasant surprise and he nodded in confirmation. "It wasn't in the past, but it became quite delicious ever since I met a beautiful girl who loved raspberry cookies. Don't tell anyone but I once stole a cookie from her when she wasn't looking."

Avery rolled her eyes. "Are you teaching my son theft?"

"I guess her hearing isn't bad." He chuckled under his breath and shovelled a spoonful of fried rice into his mouth. Her gaze lingered on him the whole time as he chewed his food so when he swallowed, he held his hand up in surrender. "I was just making fun."

"Then make constructive fun." She narrowed her eyes. She was probably just irritated by whatever it did and found fault in everything including the way he breathed. She huffed. "My favourite flavour is blueberry."

"I see." He didn't know it had changed but it was interesting too.

His phone rang and he was about to send it to voicemail but they had both seen the name on the screen. He shouldn't have put his phone on the table. His mother was calling and he had a bad feeling.

He met her gaze and she pursed her lips. "Answer it."

"I will give her a call later."

She would have bought it if the caller was anyone else. His mother never called him unless it was extremely important and from his reaction, it had to be about Angel. She insisted. "Are you scared that I will find something out? Your dirty plot?"

He knew that it would be worse if he hid things from her so he slid his thumb across the screen and put it on speaker.

"Mother."

He hoped she wouldn't say anything wrong. He was relieved when she talked about some banquet and women he had no damn interest in. He had always found it annoying when she talked about them but for the first time he was happy about it. Not about the women, of course.

Apparently, he had let out the relieved sigh way too soon.

His mother changed the topic after filling his ear with nonsense. "I received the good news! Your grandmother told me that you would bring your son home to play. What does he like? I will bake pastries for him and get him toys. I will also subscribe to a kiddies channel so he has many shows to watch. Right. When will you come?"

Shit.

The words hit him like one brick after another. He didn't dare to look at Avery. He knew she would misunderstand him.

"Grandmother is delusional. I didn't make any such promises." He attempted to salvage the situation but quickly realized that it sounded like an excuse.

His mother was displeased. "You better decide soon. Don't let that woman shit on your head. You have every right to spend time with your son and let your family get to know him."

"Is there something else?" He asked, his frustration building up.

"Don't bring that woman along. I only need my grandson." His mother's annoyed voice filled the air. He was really dead this time.


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