Oops! My Secret Baby Is Caught By His Top-Lawyer Daddy! Novel

---- Clara in ages." Aaron had no choice but to accept. But the face on the screen wasn't Clara's; it was Leo's. "Dad, did you eat yet? You're in the car!" Instantly, the hard lines on Aaron's face softened. "Not yet, we're on our way. Did you eat?" Leo: "Yep! Ronni made cola chicken wings, and they were so yummy. Dad, when are you coming home? I miss you so much!" Even though they video-called often, it had been almost a month since they'd seen each other in person. Before Aaron could answer, Maverick snatched the phone from his hand. "So you're Leo! Hello there, Leo!

I'm your Great Grandpa." Leo: "Great Grandpa? Is that like, one level bigger than Grandpa Lucian?" Maverick's face lit up with a brilliant smile. "That's right! Great Grandpa is the oldest, the top-level grandpa. I'm your dad's grandpa." ---- Leo: "Oh! Hi, Great Grandpa!" Maverick: "Leo, do you want to come and visit me? I have everything at my house. Fun stuff, good food, you name it. Will you come see me?" Leo: "My house has everything, too. Do you want to come and see me, Great Grandpa?" Maverick was even more delighted.

The kid was just as clever as his father; you try to lure him in, and he turns around and lures you right back. "Alright! But we have to do things in the right order. You come see me first, and then I'll come see you. How does that sound?" Leo considered it for a moment. It made sense, but he didn't agree right away. "I have to ask my mom first." Maverick: "Of course, of course! I'll have the cola chicken wings ready and waiting for you." Aaron took the phone back, chatted for another minute, and then ended the call.

"This little one is the spitting image of you when you were a boy," Maverick said, the wide grin ---- still plastered on his face. "Hmm." Aaron had no desire to continue down that lane. There was nothing about his. childhood worth reminiscing about. Maverick pressed on. "But Leo's more outgoing than you were, more talkative. You can just tell he's a sharp little cookie." Aaron's tone was casual, but laced with a deep, cutting sarcasm. "Of course he is. He lives ina happy family. Unlike me." Maverick choked, his smile freezing on his face. It was true. He had failed Aaron miserably.

But what was done was done. What could he possibly do now? He couldn't turn back time. "I know. I was wrong. I didn't manage this family well. I truly want to apologize to you, and I am trying to make things right." Aaron scoffed, a cynical twist to his lips. "Don't bother. I don't need a thing. It's better for this big, happy family to just keep muddling through the way we are." ---- Make things right? A relationship wasn't a cracked pot you could just glue back together. Maverick's voice was heavy with sincerity. "Aaron, family is family.

No matter how you feel about it, that's how the world will always see us. No matter what, you are a Devereaux." Aaron gave a noncommittal grunt, turning his gaze to the city lights blurring past the window. Everyone had their own way of living, and things were fine just the way they were. He didn't want to change anything, and he certainly didn't give a damn about the family fortune. Richard and the rest of them could just keep their grubby hands on it for all he cared. The car pulled up to the curb. The general manager of Serenique jogged over to open the car door. "Boss, you've arrived.

The menu is all set, prepared to your usual preferences. Right this way, please." Even though it was late, Matt had already pre-ordered, selecting dishes that he knew Maverick would enjoy. ---- Maverick followed them into the private dining room, his eyes taking in everything: the restaurant's vibrant atmosphere, the elegant decor, the impeccable service of the staff, and finally, the table laden with exquisite dishes. He nodded in deep satisfaction. This grandson of his, Aaron... when he actually put his mind to something, he always did a spectacular job.

By the time the meal was over, Maverick's admiration for Aaron had grown even deeper.