The President’s Five Children

Bella sweated with fear!

“Joanna, come here.” Bella dragged the girl to her room.

“Joanna”, Erika actually, staggered and was angry, “What are you doing? Why do you have to be so rude to a child?”

Bella didn’t answer her and asked directly, “Why do you want to meet your daddy? What do you want to say to him?”

“Why should I tell you?” Erika looked up at her. “Are you afraid?”

Hearing this, Bella was even more nervous, but she couldn’t show it. “Why should I be afraid?”

“If you’re not afraid, why did you drag me here?” Erika had already seen through everything!

Obviously, Bella was afraid.

But she was afraid? Erika hadn’t known yet.

“I’m your mommy. I want to sleep with you.” Bella quickly made up an excuse. “It’s nine o’clock. You should go to bed quickly.”

Bella wouldn’t let Erika get close to the study anyway.

Erika said to Bella, “I’d rather sleep with a hog than sleep with you. You will bring me bad luck.”

Bella was furious.

She really wanted to hit Erika now, but she couldn’t, so she had to keep her temper.

“Your daddy is very busy. Just tell me what you want.” Bella tried to be gentle.

Erika looked at Bella with her big black eyes, “Can you take me out tomorrow? I’m going to meet my friend.”

“That’s why you want to meet your daddy? To tell him about this?” Bella couldn’t believe it.

Erika nodded, “Yes. What else can I tell my daddy?”

Erika was just a five-year-old kid. It was normal that she wanted to go out and play.

Bella was finally relieved and said, “Ok, I’ll take you out tomorrow.”

***

In the study, Sebastian was wearing a black bathrobe. He sat at the table, looking at the envelope and thinking.

There was Lukas’ hair in the envelope.

Sebastian wondered why he would feel so familiar looking at Lukas. He felt that Lukas was his own child.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Thinking back carefully, Sebastian had a feeling that Lukas looked like him.

Was Lukas really his own son?

Sebastian was about to call Eric.

But he suddenly caught a glimpse of the picture at the corner of his desk, and his heart hurt again.

No way. How could Lukas be his son?

His son died three years ago.

Sebastian put the envelope into the drawer and lit a cigarette. He kept smoking to numb himself.

Soon, the room was full of the smell of nicotine.

Then Eric called.

“What’s up?” Sebastian answered the phone and asked in a low and hoarse voice.

Eric trembled, “Mr. Grant, there was a record of disbursement from your private account.”

“What did Bella buy with my card again?” Sebastian asked without any concern.

Since Bella came to him with Joanna, he had never been stingy to her materially.

Eric hurriedly said, “I checked before. The money was spent in a bar to tip 10 prostitutes …”