Unbreakable Love His Passion for Her Transcends Death

Even as Tristan carried Zachary over his shoulder and strode into the villa, the latter was completely unperturbed.

He even sneered. "Mister, if you really are my dad, don't you feel ashamed?"

Tristan stopped walking. "What do you mean?"

"My mom raised me all by herself without ever hitting me, and now that you've just found me, you want to hit me! Don't you feel ashamed?" Zachary's big eyes were full of sincerity. Tristan looked into his beautiful, deep eyes and was momentarily stunned.

Zachary was still uncomfortable with being carried, but he calmly continued, "I always thought my dad was..." He paused as he recalled Malcolm's description of Zayne. "A superhero who saves the world. He would appear whenever I was bullied and chase away everyone who bullied me. I never thought the one bullying me would be my superhero."

A superhero who saved the world?

Tristan's anger instantly dissipated.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

However, upon recalling Zachary's earlier words, he still carried him into the children's room.

"I'm not sparing you because I don't dare to hit you. Today is our first day of being reunited as father and son; I don't want to make a scene. Behave yourself, and nothing will happen."

Zachary's mouth curled up slightly. There was a fleeting look of smugness in his eyes. "Don't worry. My mom taught me to have manners from a young age."

Tristan was speechless.

When did this kid ever have manners? He wouldn't be stepping all over Tristan if he had manners!

"Tell me, back at the hotel, was your mom the one who instructed you to pour alcohol on me and then secretly throw away my clothes and phone?"

If Zachary answered yes, Tristan would have a reason to fight for his custody.

However, Zachary wasn't stupid. "I don't know what you're talking about. Alcohol? Clothes? Phone? What are you talking about? Do you have any evidence?"

Tristan had a feeling that he would someday die of pure rage because of this son of his. "Naughty kids who don't admit to their mistakes won't get any dinner tonight!" Tristan left the children's room, went to the living room, and plopped down on the couch. He had various desserts placed in the most visible spots. However, Zachary looked away and started playing with the toys that had been prepared in the room.

At the same time, Kiki was nearly in tears from panic.

She finally found the address Tristan had given her last time. Then, she immediately had the driver head over to Bay Villa.

On the way, she didn't dare to tell Yvette about this, fearing she would worry.

"Zac, please, don't let anything happen to you. If something happens to you, I might as well just die."

When she arrived outside the villa area, she hurriedly got out of the car. However, the security guard at the gate wouldn't let her in.

Unable to reach Tristan by phone, she had no choice but to shout at the gate, "Tristan, you shameless scumbag! Come out, or I'll call the police!!"

Despite saying that, she didn't dare call the police. It would be bad if things got out of hand and Xavier found out something.

Tristan was still playing mind games with Zachary as he lazily lounged on the couch and scrolled through his phone. Just then, a bodyguard came to report that Kiki had arrived and was cursing loudly outside

"Make her leave. Tell her that if she wants money or goods, she should write it down on a piece of paper in the next few days and come to me for an exchange. No exceptions! If it's about our son, she should just give up."

"Yes, sir."

After the bodyguard left, it took less than ten minutes for Kiki to be thrown into a deserted area.

As night fell, she finally made it back home, only to find that Michael had locked her out of the villa as well.

"Ms. Torres, Mr. Torres said that if

you want freedom, you should stop using the Torres family's money and living in the Torres family's house," the butler informed her with a polite smile.

Kiki considered staying in a hotel, but her card had also been frozen.

In the cold wind, she wrapped her coat tightly around herself. She finally called Yvette with tears and snot streaming down her face.