Secretary's Secret Lover
Chapter 383 She Is Not Your Child

Chapter 383: Chapter 383 She Is Not Your Child

Looking at Yvette’s hostile eyes, Lance felt painful all around his body.

He was Isabel’s father!

Yet he was treated like an enemy.

Yvette was so cruel to him...

Seeing that Yvette was so nervous that her hands were trembling, Isabel thought that Yvette was angry, so she began to cry.

"Mommy, I’m sorry. Daddy, um, no, he is not taking me away. It’s just I like his hug. Don’t be angry with him, okay?"

When she saw Isabel crying, Yvette’s eyes became wet.

The tears fell down.

After recovering her memory, she felt like a neurotic.

She was worried about everything, worried that Lance would snatch her daughter away.

She knew how powerful Lance was. As long as he wanted to, he could do that.

"Belle..."

Yvette let Isabel lean on her shoulder, trying hard to hold back her tears, and said with red eyes.

"Mommy is not angry. I’m sorry, baby. I will control my emotions."

Lance wanted to hug them, but his hands paused in midair, and then he withheld them into fists by his side.

He suppressed the unspeakable grief in his heart, his eyes red.

Isabel raised her chubby little face and observed her mother.

She carefully asked, "Mommy, are you ... really not angry?"

Her mature reactions made Yvette feel grief.

How could she forget?

When Isabel was a child, she shut herself up for a period of time because she didn’t have a father. It was not easy for her to get better. Isabel couldn’t be stimulated again.

Her voice went husky. "Mommy is not..."

"Then are you angry about dad...

Before she could finish her sentence, she thought of something and said, "Mommy, are you angry with Lance?"

Yvette paused and said weakly, "No, Mommy is not angry with him. I’m just nervous because I can’t find you."

Hearing this, Isabel became bright. "Daddy Lance, Mommy is not angry."

Of course, Lance knew that Yvette was just trying to comfort her. He walked forward.

"Yes, Mommy is not angry with Daddy. And Daddy will try his best not to make Mommy angry."

As he spoke, he reached out and held Isabel in his arms. He looked deeply at Yvette and said, "Daddy will send you and Mommy home."

Yvette kept silent.

Then, he held Yvette with his other hand.

He held Yvette tightly, and the temperature of his palm went to Yvette’s cold palm.

Yvette struggled to break free, but she failed.

Just as she was about to get angry, Lance lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Send Belle home first. We’ll talk about other things later."

Isabel was Yvette’s soft underbelly. Hearing that, she stopped struggling and allowed him to hold her.

As for the follow-up matters of the hospital, Lance asked Frankie to handle them.

Kamila needed to go back to the ward to pack the things. After looking at Yvette and Lance, she said, "I will go back to Mr. Parker’s car."

Lance frowned slightly and said gently to Kamila, "There is no need to trouble him. My assistant will send you back."

Yvette was speechless.

She found that Lance could be so childish. He was jealous of Stephen over such a small matter.

Lance did not give her a chance to go back to the ward to talk with Stephen. He took them to the car.

Yvette had no choice but to give Stephen a call.

After Yvette hung up the phone, Lance did not look happy and was gloomy all the time.

After playing for the whole morning, Isabel was a little tired and fell asleep in Lance’s arms.

After arriving at the villa, Lance carried Isabel to her room and gently placed her on the bed.

Then, he bent his knees and squatted down, took off her shoes, and covered her with a blanket.

Looking at Lance’s careful movements, Yvette was speechless for a moment.

Feeling Lance was leaving, Isabel spoke in her sleep.

"Don’t leave me alone, Daddy."

The small voice made Lance ache.

Lance squatted down again and gently held her small hand. He patted her and said softly, "Dad didn’t leave. Go to sleep..."

It was not until Isabel completely fell asleep that Lance pulled back his finger and got up to go out.

Yvette looked at Isabel who was sleeping soundly. Her heart was full of worries.

But she had to face it.

She took a deep breath and walked out with heavy steps.

The door opened, and Lance stood by the balcony on the second floor, his figure slim.

He had one arm on the railing. The silhouette of his body looked smooth. There was a cigarette between his fingers, but it was not lit. She didn’t know what he was thinking.

Hearing her come out, Lance turned around and stared at Yvette for a while.

Yvette was flustered by his gaze and kept telling herself to calm down.

If he wanted to take Isabel away from her, what should she do? Should she take Isabel and run away or...

Seeing that she had not moved, Lance stood where he was and waited for her to speak.

They should talk about it after all.

Yvette said, "Lance, did you misunderstand something? Belle is not your child."

Yvette had thought it through.

She had to buy herself time to escape.

As long as Lance didn’t do the paternity test, there was no way to prove that Isabel was his child.

When Lance heard this, there was no expression on his face at all. Yvette was anxious, and she explained.

"Belle’s father is Alan. You can check the documents in the hospital."

The reason why she said this was because she believed in what Marlon did.

Since she decided to hide all of it, she would never expose the real father of Isabel.

She said in a heavier tone, "Believe me. Belle has nothing to do with you."

Lance looked at her silently for a long time and chuckled.

"Yvette, do I look stupid?"

Yvette’s heart trembled. Just as she was about to speak, she saw the paternity test on Lance’s phone.

He knew that Yvette would not admit it, so he had asked Frankie to do the test in advance.

The results would come out in two hours.

He had the truth. He wanted to see what she could argue.

Yvette widened her eyes. "When did you..."

Then she felt that her question was useless. She was too naïve.

How would Lance come to negotiate with her without any evidence?

"What is your plan?"

Lance opened his eyes, his deep gaze falling on Yvette’s face.

He said in a deep voice, "Are you going to lie to me and leave with Belle?"