Chapter 7

At the doorway, Beckett cast a downward glance at Chris who was latching onto his leg and refusing to let go. His countenance darkened in an instant. In the Beach family, it was widely known that Beckett had a severe obsession with cleanliness. He despised any alien object or individual coming near him, especially people. However, at present, Chris, who was as filthy as if he had rolled in mud, was hugging him just like that... On witnessing this scene, the nanny and Clinton were panic-stricken. Everyone including Madeleine, was so terrified that they gasped in shock. Madeleine anxiously looked at Beckett, stuttering unabatedly, "Mr. Beach, I'm sorry..." She was on the verge of tears from her desperation. She had heard that Beckett was always ruthless and harsh in dealing with matters and those who offended him never ended well. However, he wasn't angrily punishing Chris. Instead, he found the little guy quite clever for knowing how to secure a benefactor at such a young age. "How old are you?" Beckett's voice was deep, enough to frighten most children to tears. But Chris wasn't afraid. "Five years old." His voice replied clearly. Upon hearing this, Beckett looked up, his gaze falling on Madeleine who was trembling from head to toe, causing his brows to furrow slightly. He recalled that the last time he met her was at the Beach family's party six years ago. At that time, she was the beloved and treasured jewel of the Landry family, radiating innocence and naivety in her smiles. Six years had passed, yet she had been tortured into this unrecognizable state. Madeleine, with palpable fear on her face, approached Beckett, "Mr. Beach, I'm sorry... I will take him away immediately." "Mm." Getting his consent, Madeleine hurriedly reached out to pick up Chris. But Chris was holding onto Beckett very tightly, refusing to let go, "I'm not leaving, I want my dad!" Seeing this, Madeleine almost lost her nerve and began to tremble uncontrollably, "Chris, he's not your dad... I will take you to find your dad, alright?" Chris shook his little head and rejected, "No, he is my dad." Seeing this, Beckett wanted to step back, but the little guy held him even tighter. He was somewhat helpless, his gaze again landing on Madeleine. It was also then that he noticed the faint familiar fragrance coming from her. Clinton, who stood by the side, was shocked at the sight. Beckett, who disliked strangers, was unusually tolerant today. But more than finding this unusual, he was afraid that Beckett would vent his anger on him, so he quickly explained, "Beckett, I'm sorry. I didn't know you would come back suddenly, so I invited someone here to stay for a few days. "Abigail needs a kidney transplant due to a car accident, and this woman is the donor. I'm afraid she would back out midway, so I brought her home for supervision." Hearing these words, Beckett remained silent. As usual, he didn't like meddling, especially in Clinton's affairs. Seeing that Beckett didn't seem to be angry, Clinton quickly tried to pull Chris away, "Brat, let go quickly." But Chris didn't pay any attention to Clinton. Like a sloth, he was clutching onto Beckett's leg tightly. Although he was little, he knew how to read people's expressions. In his eyes, Clinton was a big villain, but this big villain seemed to be afraid of the man he was holding onto. Therefore, he could only rely on this man to protect his mother. Madeleine was worried that Clinton would take action against Chris, so she hurriedly coaxed, "Chris, I will take you to find your dad. He is not your dad. "Can you let go of your hand?" Clinton couldn't pull Chris off, and already losing his patience, he was currently holding back his anger. However, in front of Beckett, he didn't dare to lose his temper. He could only suppress his anger and growl at Madeleine, "Hurry up and take this little bastard away." Beckett lowered his head to look at the little guy, who was rubbing his snot and tears on his trousers. For some reason, he wasn't angry at all. Instead, he was amused by the behavior of this cute five-year-old, with a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth. At this moment, Chris looked up. His big round eyes staring at Beckett's dark pupils, he asked innocently, "Are you my dad? "If you're not, can you be my dad now and protect my mom?"