CHAPTER 17: CHAPTER 17: I AM THE CHILD’S FATHER

Leon Keane’s face darkened immediately when he heard what Timmy Monroe said.

"You are my son, and I won’t let you call someone else daddy." Although the DNA paternity test results were not out yet, Leon Keane had almost convinced himself that Timmy Monroe was his son.

Once the paternity test results are out, he’ll take them to Ivana Monroe, and that woman who refuses to marry him must return his stolen son.

Ian’s personality is reclusive; perhaps this little angel’s presence will warm Ian, changing his withdrawn nature.

Timmy Monroe tilted his little head and suddenly asked, "Uncle, will you separate me from Mommy?"

Leon Keane didn’t expect the little boy to ask this. Facing the boy’s clear eyes, Leon had the illusion that this child could see right through him.

This kid is incredibly intelligent.

Leon Keane smiled gently, lifting his hand to lightly ruffle Timmy’s soft short hair, "No, unless your mommy doesn’t want us anymore."

After all, Leon Keane was an adult and more than capable of handling a child.

As soon as the paternity test results are out, whether Ivana wants the child or not, it’s all up to him.

"Mommy loves Timmy the most; Mommy will never abandon Timmy." Timmy pouted his little mouth, angrily shook his head, shrugging off Leon Keane’s hand.

Seeing the little boy unhappy, Leon’s eyes landed on a corner of the room filled with toys, all the boy’s favorites like toy cars, robots, and water guns.

He changed the subject, raising his eyebrows at Timmy Monroe, "Can you play with guns? Can you shoot accurately?"

Timmy Monroe puffed his cheeks, "Of course I can shoot accurately. I’m really good at it."

A child is just a child; with just one sentence from Leon Keane, he smoothly stepped in, closing the door casually, watching Timmy pick up the soaked water bullets and load them into the water gun.

A water balloon target hung on the wall, and Timmy picked up the gun loaded with water bullets, aiming for the bullseye.

Leon Keane rubbed his empty hands, his dark eyes bearing unresolved knots.

Ian never played with toys. Even the most interesting toys he bought for Ian went untouched. Eventually, he stopped buying toys altogether.

He came here to see Timmy but forgot to bring any toys for Timmy.

At noon, Ivana Monroe came back to take Timmy for lunch. As she unlocked the door with a key, she heard Timmy’s voice in cheerful excitement.

In the past, every time she came back, Timmy would cheer, too, but this time it was different; Timmy wasn’t calling for Mommy but for Uncle.

Ivana Monroe was startled, her natural reflex was that a stranger had come to her home. When she looked up, it was indeed true; Leon Keane’s strikingly handsome face entered her line of sight.

At this moment.

Leon Keane, with hands as elegant as a pianist’s, was holding a child’s water gun.

"Mommy, you’re back! Uncle is amazing! Uncle is a sharpshooter who never misses," Timmy’s face was flushed with excitement, his eyes unable to hide his admiration for Leon Keane.

Ivana Monroe heard Timmy’s words, but there was not a hint of happiness on her face; instead, her face turned pale.

Without even taking off her high heels, she directly walked into the house, took the water gun from Leon’s hands, threw it aside, and pushed Leon outside, her voice trembling as she scolded Timmy.

"How many times have I told you? When Mommy is not home, don’t open the door for strangers."

Leon Keane interrupted Ivana Monroe, "I’m not a stranger; I’m the child’s father."