Chapter 150: I Beg You
She might still be confused by his lies and feel uneasy about the belonging of the child. But what about him? Can he believe his own lies?
The fire in Jordan's heart was shamefully put out.
"Sorry guys, we need to go." Jason saw Cathryn and Keith too and quickly pulled Jordan away.
When they got in the car, Jordan broke the silence. "You sent a letter to Cathryn Riley. I want to go to court with her and fight for custody."
Jason almost fell to his knees.
"Man. The public has not been so much on your side since you broke up with Athena. Are you really going to fight with your ex-wife now and put yourself in the name of a cheater? Do you still want ANY of your popularity? The fans and companies are no fools, they now have a good sense of justice."
Jordan gave no answer.
Jason sighed and continued, "What's more, even if you file a complaint, you can't be sure that you can win her. Not to mention who the father is, if you are found cheating, the court will not give you custody."
Jordan Riggs was still sulking.
"I only ask...I beg you, don't come up with these suicidal ideas again." Jason almost stuttered as he breathed from the headache.
Jason knows better than anyone the temper of Jordan Riggs. When he was upset, he would say things that he wouldn't really do.
While the latter, whose whole body was eroded by great powerlessness, put his sunglasses back on his face, covering his eyes, trying not to make a sound from his dry throat.
It was late, everything was too late.
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After 13 hours of flight, Cathryn and Keith landed at Düsseldorf Airport.
First time in this fairyland, Cathryn couldn't move her eyes from the sculptures and art designs inside the airport. Her hand was firmly gripped by her husband, who seemed afraid of losing her in the sparse crowd. Keith was holding the baby basket in his right hand, walking down the gray granite floor and leaning his head gently to Cathryn, introducing her about here and there.
He really felt like a prince in a fairy tale, Cathryn thought to herself, now that they are on this land of his childhood.
Their family driver David, a big, middle-aged man with a bright smile on his red face, came along with a maid named Anne, a Gypsy-style woman with red hair. After receiving them, David took their luggage cart, and Anne took the baby basket to walk to the parking lot.
After introducing them to Cathryn, The chubby driver and the thin woman could but make apologetic smiles and greet shortly in German.
Cathryn nodded her head and smiled her greetings, and Keith came to translate.
There was an obvious trust when he gave the baby basket to Anne, and when they were reaching the car, Keith turned his head to Cathryn, "She is Luis's nanny, she literally brought him up."
Before Cathryn could ask who Luis was, the door suddenly burst open, and a brown-haired girl screamed Keith's name in German as she rushed out of the car. Before Cathryn could figure out what happened, the girl had already jumped into Keith's arms.
It gave Cathryn a shock, she was frozen there watching Keith giving a big hug and kissing the girl on the cheeks.
Keith has long been accustomed to Sophia's enthusiasm. The fact that he's exactly twice her age now made him feel more like a father to her.
As the only girl among their cousins, Sophia was also the sweetheart of the family.
"I miss you so much!" Sophia, never hiding her thoughts, screamed again.
When Sophia's voice fell, though, a very tender little voice - yet very solemn - came from inside the car.
"Naive."
Following the voice, a little boy dressed in a neat, small three-piece suit, looking six years old at most, climbed steadily out of the car.
Like Keith, the little boy's facial features portray a mature, edgy look, his face pale, and his eyes blue like the sky, two pink shades on his tiny cheeks as if he was a little fairy that had walked out of a fairy tale.
But the boy did not act like a fairy at all, and he had a rare seriousness for his age. He stared blankly at Sophia, who was just put down from Keith's arms, his eyes calm like the surface of a lake on a summer day.
"What are you pretending for? You were missing your Uncle Keith just like I do!" Sophia retorted, spitting her tongue.
"I was not," Luis Clarkson said slowly. Luis was the first child in the third generation of the family. He was the youngest Clarkson before Briston was born and grew up with the Princess Sophia. Despite the same love and care, though, Sophia and her cousin seemed to have nothing in common: one was lively and active, the other was cold and calm... Whenever they met at home, they would make such a scene.
Keith smiled bigger as soon as he saw his young nephew. He knew well enough that he was only proud and restricted in his heart and wasn't good at showing his feelings. Seeing this little one again, much taller and more of a man, Keith was already excited. He opened his arms and yelled to Luis.
"Come on, hug your uncle here."
Compared to Sophia, Keith was Luis's favorite family. As soon as Keith opened his arms, the little boy couldn't hold his face, and his lips quivered. After being picked up by Keith in his arms, Luis finally relieved himself of a burst of laughter and snuggled his little head in his shoulder.
"Uncle Keith!"
Sophia smirked inaudibly, rolled her big eyes, and was happy to see her little nephew laughing. She turned to Cathryn, who was standing aside, opened her arms, and exclaimed genuinely.
"My sis!"
Cathryn hadn't seen Sophia before. She saw her photo after talking to her on the phone last time, but it was a picture when she was much younger. Sophia, now a full-grown fifteen-year-old, well-stretched with long limbs, stood straight again and smiled brightly down up the elder lady from 5 inches higher.