"Is he yours? You've got a son?"

Despite Lyndon being her type, Ayla struggled with the fact that he already had a child.

It all boiled down to whether her child could be the first heir to the Fernandez family and inherit the fortune.

“Yeah, I'm his son."

Sheldon spoke up for Lyndon.

Then he turned to Lyndon, holding him tight and shedding tears.

“Dad, please don't leave me with a stepmom. Don't abandon me, Dad...."

The boy's desperate cries, coupled with his pitiful look, tugged at everyone's heartstrings.

Lyndon snapped back to reality.

He grinned, pulling Sheldon onto his lap.

"Hey, no need for tears. I won't be leaving you with a stepmom."

This little boy had showed up at just the right moment, wherever he'd come from.

"Dad, I love you."

The boy rolled his eyes, nuzzling into Lyndon's chest and hugging him tight, Like he depended on him.

Lyndon felt a bit tense. Looking at the kid on his lap, a strange feeling welled up.

As if this little guy was truly his son.

"Mr. Fernandez, what's happening?"

Ayla's expression turned serious.

Lyndon met her gaze. "See, he's my son. Some things got mixed up with his mom but I still care for her. Miss Deleon, want to give it a shot with me now?"

Ayla eyed him and then glanced at the kid.