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The Surrogate He Discarded

Chapter 208: Unexpected Visitor 2 · Oct 11, 2026

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201 Chapter 201: The Showdown 2026-10-11
202 Chapter 202: A Sister, By Blood 2026-10-11
203 Chapter 203: The Confrontation 2026-10-11
204 Chapter 204: Forgiven! 2026-10-11
205 Chapter 205: The Burden He Carried 2026-10-11
206 Chapter 206: The Ghost of Leon’s Past 2026-10-11
207 Chapter 207: Unexpected Visitor 2026-10-11
208 Chapter 208: Unexpected Visitor 2 2026-10-11
209 Chapter 209: His Trump Card 2026-10-11
210 Chapter 210: Meeting an Old Friend 2026-10-11
211 Chapter 211: The Beginning of Richard’s Troubles 2026-10-11
212 Chapter 212: The Story of Sharon 2026-10-11
213 Chapter 213: The Green-Eyed Monster 2026-10-11
214 Chapter 214: Delusional 2026-10-11
215 Chapter 215: Her Calculations 2026-10-11
216 Chapter 216: Happy Daddy 2026-10-11
217 Chapter 217: The Mother and Son Confrontation 2026-10-11
218 Chapter 218: Plotting Against Isobel 2026-10-11
219 Chapter 219: Plotting Against Isobel 2 2026-10-11
220 Chapter 220: Richard’s Dark Secret 2026-10-11
221 Chapter 221: Richard’s Dark Secrets 2 2026-10-11
222 Chapter 222: Isobel’s Confession 2026-10-11
223 Chapter 223: The Storm Raging In Him 2026-10-11
224 Chapter 224: His Pain 2026-10-11
225 Chapter 225: The Homecoming 2026-10-11
226 Chapter 226: The Warmth Of Family 2026-10-11
227 Chapter 227: The Sisters 2026-10-11
228 Chapter 228: The Invitation 2026-10-11
229 Chapter 229: Something Isn’t Right 2026-10-11
230 Chapter 230: Isobel’s Suspicion 2026-10-11
231 Chapter 231: Her Burden 2026-10-11
232 Chapter 232: The Voice She Borrowed 2026-10-11
233 Chapter 233: The Price of A Secret 2026-10-11
234 Chapter 234: Preparing For The Gala 2026-10-11
235 Chapter 235: A Rival From The Past 2026-10-11
236 Chapter 236: The Reason She Came 2026-10-11
237 Chapter 237: Women of Courage 2026-10-11
238 Chapter 238: The Auction 2026-10-11
239 Chapter 239: Stealing The Spotlight 2026-10-11
240 Chapter 240: Shaming Her 2026-10-11
241 Chapter 241: Standing Up For Her 2026-10-11
242 Chapter 242: The Dance 2026-10-11
243 Chapter 243: The Dance 2 2026-10-11
244 Chapter 244: The Masked Man 2026-10-11
245 Chapter 245: The Man Behind The Mask 2026-10-11
246 Chapter 246: The Jealous Man 2026-10-11
247 Chapter 247: The Scheme Failed 2026-10-11
248 Chapter 248: The Rivals 2026-10-11
249 Chapter 249: They Came For Her 2026-10-11
250 Chapter 250: Between the Father and the Grandpa 2026-10-11

”Not so fast, little one. Your mother is still injured.”

Kristoff’s voice reached Isobel’s ears.

Mother.

The single word sent a storm of emotions spiraling through her.

For a moment, she could only stare at him.

Your mother.

The memory of the day she had given birth came rushing back—the sterile hospital room, the unbearable pain, and then Kristoff taking baby Alex from her arms.

He had made his decision then.

He told her never to appear before him, Charlotte, and the child again.

Their contract had been fulfilled. And so had her purpose.

He cast her aside as though the months they had spent together had meant nothing.

Yet now, he was holding their son in his arms and telling him that she was his mother.

Something inside Isobel trembled.

Was it because I took that blade for him?

Had seeing her bleed finally awakened whatever conscience he had buried beneath his cold exterior?

If that was the reason...

Then perhaps the wound in her arm had been worth it.

Across the bed, Alex was beginning to object to his father’s restraint.

The tiny boy squirmed impatiently in Kristoff’s arms, stretching his chubby little hands toward the person he desperately wanted to reach.

Isobel.

He turned his head toward his father, his brows furrowing with babyish determination.

”Da... da... da...”

Kristoff glanced down.

Before he could react, Alex’s tiny fingers reached up and grabbed the first thing they could find.

His nose.

”De... deee!”

The little fingers tightened.

Kristoff’s expression instantly darkened.

The sensation brought back a strangely familiar memory from his childhood—his grandmother yanking his ear whenever he had destroyed another section of her carefully tended garden.

”Alexander.”

Kristoff said his son’s name through clenched teeth.

Alex merely blinked at him with wide, innocent eyes.

Then, apparently deciding that his father was an obstacle rather than a helper, he twisted his little body toward Isobel.

He nearly slipped from Kristoff’s grasp.

”Ma... ma...”

The moment the word left his mouth, his entire face brightened. He reached for her again, wriggling with renewed enthusiasm.

But the two large hands holding him firmly in place prevented him from getting any closer.

Alex’s lower lip trembled.

His eyes quickly filled with crystal-clear tears, making them look even brighter. The moisture clung to his thick lashes, darkening them as they fluttered helplessly.

Isobel’s heart melted.

How can anyone resist those eyes?

Even when they were on the verge of tears, they were impossibly beautiful.

Alex let out a soft whimper and stretched his arms toward her once more.

”Kristoff...” Isobel’s voice softened. ”How about I hold him for a while?”

”No!”

The answer came immediately.

”Alex is too energetic. He could accidentally hurt you.”

Kristoff’s gaze fell to her injured arm.

”I can’t risk that.”

Before Isobel could respond, Alex’s face crumpled.

”Waaaah!”

His cry filled the room.

Isobel couldn’t help but smile despite herself.

”How about you lay him down beside me?” she suggested. ”He won’t be able to reach my right arm that way.”

Kristoff hesitated.

His eyes moved from Alex to Isobel’s bandaged arm.

For several seconds, he said nothing.

Finally, he relented.

”Fine.”

He carefully lowered Alex onto the bed, and beside Isobel.

The moment his tiny feet touched the mattress, Alex stopped crying.

His watery eyes immediately locked onto Isobel.

He began crawling toward her.

”Hey.”

Kristoff caught him around the waist.

”Just lie down. Don’t make a fuss. Aren’t you afraid you will hurt your mother?”

His tone was firm.

He didn’t speak to Alex in the soft, sing-song manner most people used with babies. Instead, he spoke to him as though the little boy were already old enough to understand every word.

Strangely enough, Alex seemed to understand.

He settled down beside Isobel.

One tiny thumb slipped into his mouth while his other hand reached out and grabbed a fold of her hospital gown.

Isobel watched him for a moment. Then she frowned slightly.

”He’s hungry.”

Kristoff looked at her.

”Is he?”

”I’ve taken care of babies before.”

She glanced at Alex.

”I know what they look like when they’re hungry.”

Kristoff said nothing.

He reached into the baby bag, pulled out a bottle, and handed it to Alex.

The baby eagerly took it with both hands.

Within moments, he was drinking contentedly.

Isobel watched him, something warm spreading through her chest.

This is my son.

My baby.

A child she had carried for nine months. A child she had been forced to give up.

And yet, here he was beside her now, completely at ease as though he had always belonged there.

By the time Alex finished the bottle, his eyelids were already drooping.

A few seconds later, he was fast asleep.

His tiny head slowly rolled to the side until it came to rest against Isobel.

Isobel stared at him in surprise.

”He just... went to sleep like that?”

Kristoff chuckled.

Isobel looked up at him.

”He isn’t always like that.”

A faint smile tugged at Kristoff’s lips.

”His nanny usually has to rock him for ages. Sometimes she has to dance around the room while singing lullabies before he’ll finally fall asleep.”

Isobel looked down at the sleeping baby nestled against her.

Then she gently brushed a strand of hair away from his forehead. They were thick and the same color as their father’s.

”Maybe they’re doing it wrong,” Isobel said.

Kristoff’s smile froze.

For some reason, those simple words made the room fall strangely quiet.

”But even my mother couldn’t make him fall asleep that quickly.”

”Maybe it’s the way they hold him.”

”But you’re not even holding him right now, and he still fell asleep.”

Isobel’s gaze drifted back to the sleeping Alex.

She watched his tiny chest rise and fall, his little face peaceful as he slept against her side.

”Then...” A soft smile touched her lips. ”It must be my scent.”

Kristoff’s brows lifted slightly.

”You know how they say babies can recognize their mothers by their scent?”

”Yes, you’re right.”

His gaze settled on Alex, then slowly shifted to Isobel.

Because for the first time, watching his son sleep peacefully beside Isobel, he wondered if perhaps Alex had simply been waiting all this time...

...for his mother.

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