Chapter 725 My Son?

Tang Hebe woke up from that memory when she felt something wet slipping down her cheek. She touched her face and wiped the tear that slipped down.

"Why did the doctor call you..." 'Mr. Shui?' wanted to ask Tang Hebe but she stopped herself from doing so. It was like she had built a bubble around herself. She felt like if she asked that question, that bubble will burst and she'll have to wake up to reality. A reality that had always been her worst nightmare.

She always feared that one day Shui Xian will become Raelle's. He'll realize that Tang Hebe wasn't good enough for him. And compared to Raelle, she was nothing at all.

And even the reality was right before her, she wanted to keep lying to herself for a little longer. Just a little bit longer.

"Young Master, don't run!"

Everyone in the room looked towards the door which was suddenly pushed open. A little kid ran inside and stared at Tang Hebe for a while in silence. His small face pouted and he displayed his grievance.

Tang Hebe also looked at the little kid and couldn't look away.

The little boy blinked his big eyes at Tang Hebe before he ran to the side of her bed and tried to get on. But his small body couldn't do so. He looked back at the middle-aged lady who was following him in silence. The nanny understood him and helped him get on the bed. Once he did, he threw himself into Tang Hebe's arms.

Tang Hebe wanted to push the child that came out of nowhere but she couldn't do so. The little boy's short arms were trying to hug her tightly while he shed some tears. Seeing his tears, Tang Hebe felt her heart clenching in pain. It was strange to feel this way towards a stranger. But for some reason, she was certain this baby boy wasn't a stranger to her.

Then who was he to make her feel this heartache for him?

"Do you think it'll work?" asked Hyson to Cloe who had come with the little boy and his nanny.

"She hasn't pushed him away," pointed out Cloe. "It's already working." She suddenly looked at Raelle whose eyes were glued on that little boy and she said, "Shouldn't you send Chief back to her room now?"

"Why?" asked Hyson.

"She just lost her child," reminded Cloe.

Hyson looked towards Raelle and waved his hand, "You are really overthinking now. She is looking at the boy, not because she is feeling some maternal instincts. It's because the boy doesn't look like Tang Hebe at all."

"He must look like his father," stated Cloe.

"Well, we wouldn't know that," said Hyson. "Because we don't even know who his father is."

As Hyson had said, indeed Raelle was looking at that little boy because he didn't look like Tang Hebe. But also because he was too silent for a five-year-old. For some reason, he reminded her of herself. That young version of herself would also hide in the arms of Yanyan. Although she didn't do it very often, she still remembered how comfortable that place was.

Whether it was Opa or Yanyan, whenever they took her in their arms even against her will, she'd always find that place comfortable and warm. Moreover, she felt protected in their arms. As if she had someone to depend on.

The little boy refused to let go of Tang Hebe who was feeling at a loss right now. She couldn't understand what she was supposed to do right now.

She pulled him away a little and cupped his face. Staring at his cute face, she felt like her heart was melting but it was also aching seeing how his small face was stained with tears. She wiped his tears with her thumb pads and asked, "Little one, who are you?"

The little boy's big eyes became even bigger when he heard that question. His small face scrunched up and tears again pooled in his eyes. He couldn't believe what he just heard and felt like the whole world had abandoned him.

He opened his mouth and asked in a small voice, "Mom, you don't want Justin anymore?"

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Tang Hebe was startled. Not just by that question but also because of the way he addressed her.

"Miss, Young master had been missing you so much," spoke the nanny from the side seeing how sad her young master looked right now. She knew how sensitive he was and he usually won't even speak out if he got hurt. But today, he was willing to ask a complete question so coherently. It showed just how much Tang Hebe's words affected him.

At the end of the day, he was a little kid whose whole world consisted of Tang Hebe. How could he not be sad when she didn't recognize him at all?

Tang Hebe was still in a daze as she asked, "You're my son?"

Little Justin nodded his head in reply. He didn't speak again but the way he nodded showed how eager he was to remind her that he was her son. His small hand touched her face as he said, "Mom, did you forget Justin?"

Tang Hebe subconsciously held his small hand and brought it to her lips. She placed a gentle kiss on his palm as she shook her head. She didn't know if she shook her head to indicate that she hadn't forgotten him or because she was in trying to deny everything to herself in disbelief.

She looked up and found Raelle sitting on the couch with her face supported by the heel of her hand. She opened her mouth and asked, "This is my son?"

Although Raelle didn't know why she wanted her confirmation, she still nodded in response.

For some reason, Tang Hebe believed it, even more, when Raelle nodded. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at Justin in her arms. She grinned as she questioned, "So we finally looked for a surrogate."