Goodbye, Ex-husband! I’m Pregnant with Your Uncle’s Child!
Chapter 411: Father and Son Apologize

Chapter 411: Chapter 411: Father and Son Apologize

Tara Young originally didn’t want to get involved with Ella King, but her gaze fell on the little bald-headed boy up ahead.

It seemed like ignoring this might have a bad influence on the little rascal...

She turned her head to look at James Fitzgerald and lowered her voice, "Package her up and send her back to the King Family. Tell them not to let her appear in front of me again."

James Fitzgerald acknowledged the order.

He turned back to personally lower Ella King’s guard and swiftly snatched the knife out of her hand, handing her over to the bodyguards with a few quiet instructions.

Alice Thompson stared wide-eyed, sucking on her bottle a few times to calm her nerves.

Terrifying!

Once Tara Young and her company left, the people in the hotel lobby finally exhaled a breath of relief.

They had almost witnessed a live self-harm incident.

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A four-year-old bald-headed guest checked into the hotel.

The little guest was Alice Thompson.

Alice ran away from home tonight.

Being just a child, he couldn’t wander around recklessly, so he came to the hotel intending to book a luxury room to sleep in.

The receptionist wasn’t about to let a little boy check in, "Little brother, where are your parents?"

Alice stood on tiptoes, clutching the counter with one hand and holding his bottle securely with the other. "Miss, Alice has money, I’ll pay to stay."

He had saved up every single red envelope he got during Chinese New Year!

The receptionist wanted to pat his little bald head; the serious way this little boy claimed he had money was simply too cute. But for now, finding the kid’s parents was the priority.

"Little brother, do you know your mom and dad’s phone number? How about you tell me?"

"I know it, but Alice can’t tell."

"Why can’t you tell?"

"I’m running away from home!" The little guy puffed out his cheeks and took a pitying sip from his bottle.

He was really pitiful.

"......" The receptionist suddenly felt a pang of sorrow for the kid’s parents. This little one had already learned how to run away from home at such a young age. "Sweetheart, if you run away like this, Mommy and Daddy would be really sad."

"Daddy doesn’t love me anymore, he wouldn’t be sad. Miss, can’t you really give me a room?"

The receptionist was surprised. How could there be such a heartless father? She’d always thought she was a soft-hearted person.

"Why don’t you give me Daddy and Mommy’s phone numbers? Miss will help you book a room, okay?"

Alice thought about it for a moment and nodded. The receptionist finally breathed a sigh of relief but then watched as the little guy placed his bottle on the counter, swung his backpack around to the front, and fished out a phone from inside.

The receptionist, "......" My mistake—I underestimated him for having his own phone.

James Thompson received a call from the hotel receptionist, and not surprisingly, he already knew.

Alice was always accompanied by a bodyguard, so wherever the rascal went, James was aware.

He calmly told the receptionist, "Thank you. Someone will handle it."

After hanging up, James called his bodyguard, instructing him to arrange a room for Alice.

Julia Land chuckled, "Still upset?"

James snorted, "Not upset. This brat’s temper is so big for someone so small—what will he be like when he grows up?"

But ten minutes later, despite his words, James changed his clothes, preparing to personally go to the hotel.

Julia Land laughed without reservation and teased him, "Mr. Thompson, what are you off to do now?"

James buttoned his shirt cuffs and replied coolly, "Because I’m his father."

Julia laughed even louder, her gaze filled with indulgence, "As his dad, you complain about him, but deep down, no one dotes on him more than you."

James let out a huff, said no more, and quickly finished dressing to head out.

Before leaving, he bent down in front of Julia and kissed her, "My little Julia, don’t wait for me. Go to bed early."

Julia nodded and smiled gently, "Alright, be safe."

When James arrived at the hotel, he went directly to Alice’s room, where the guard outside the door opened it for him. Inside, another bodyguard stood watch.

The bodyguard inside saw James enter, stepped out, and left the space for the father and son.

James softly walked to the side of the bed, glancing at his son already asleep, hugging the blanket.

He turned his head and saw the bottle placed on the nightstand, his lips twitching slightly.

This rascal, even while running away from home, made sure someone prepared his milk.

James’s gaze fell on Alice’s little red nose—evidence of crying himself to sleep.

He sighed quietly.

James sent Julia a text, letting her know he wouldn’t come home tonight.

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In the morning, Alice rubbed his sleepy eyes awake. Turning over, he saw his dad lying next to him and excitedly scooted closer to snuggle.

James opened his eyes to see his son grinning cheekily, his expression softening.

"Good morning, Daddy!" Alice said in his gentle, sweet tone.

James flicked his son’s ear, "Alice, about last night—I was wrong. Daddy wants to say sorry."

Sometimes, James got angry when teaching Alice.

Last night, James had told Alice several times to go wash up and sleep early, but Alice insisted on finishing assembling his toy car before anything else.

When Alice ignored him repeatedly, James grew furious, directly taking the unfinished toy car and throwing it into the trash.

This led to their father-son argument.

Alice snuggled against his dad’s chest and murmured softly, "I’m sorry, Daddy. It was Alice’s fault."

James stroked his son’s little bald head. "We were both at fault."

"No, Daddy wasn’t wrong. Alice was naughty and didn’t listen."

Alice sniffled, teetering on the verge of tears but holding them back. He pulled away from James’ arms, climbed off the bed, puffed up his chest, and stood at attention beside the bed, "I’m sorry, Daddy."

The little rascal bowed deeply in apology to his father.

James sat by the bed, his deep eyes fixed on his son’s earnest gesture, feeling a warmth deep inside.

His lips curved upward in a faint smile.

After clearing things up, the father and son went to freshen up, then got ready to head to the hotel restaurant for breakfast.

James carried Alice out of the room.

Tara Young hadn’t expected to bump into the little bald-headed boy again.

When she saw the man holding the small boy, she immediately recognized James Thompson, halted her steps, and greeted respectfully, "Mr. Thompson, good morning."

Three years ago, when Tara’s father had an urgent matter arise, he had Tara personally deliver a medicine specifically developed for James in Capital City.

They had met once back then.

James smiled faintly, "Young Tara, how’s your father these days?"

Tara responded respectfully, "My father is doing well—he eats and sleeps soundly."

James chuckled, glancing down at Alice in his arms. "Alice, say hello to Brother Tara."

The little boy’s big eyes stared at Tara, "Brother Tara, good morning! My name is Alice Thompson."

Tara looked at the child, his cold and handsome face forcing out a smile, "Hello."

Alice beamed brightly, turning his head to look at James Fitzgerald and flashing him a grin.

This brother could fight—Alice liked him.

James Fitzgerald returned the little boy’s smile warmly.

When the elevator arrived, Tara respectfully let James and Alice board first.

After the elevator doors closed and James and his son left, James Fitzgerald softly asked, "Boss, who was that?"

Tara replied, "The one who holds the reins of Pearwill Group."

James Fitzgerald reacted with a slight gasp, "Then that must be Miss Land’s father."

Tara was unaware that little Alice had already begun recounting the scary incident from last night to James.

"Daddy, last night there was a lady with a knife at her neck talking to Brother Tara."

A child’s understanding only went so far.

James turned his head toward the bodyguard.

The bodyguard quietly reported the events from the hotel lobby the night before.

After hearing it all, James nodded.

This matter had nothing to do with them.