Chapter 243

Charles didn't hesitate for a second, turning on his heel and striding straight out of the banquet hall. Moments later, he reappeared, holding the hand of a toddler—probably two or three years old. The little boy was dressed in a smart mini-suit. His delicate features were a blend of Charles's sharp outline and Stella's softer charm. "Oliver, come here. This is your mom," Charles said gently. Oliver tilted his head up, curiosity flickering in his eyes. He peeked at Stella with a timid curiosity. His big eyes sparkled, and with a slight part of his lips, he murmured in his sweet, babyish voice, "Mama..." That single word hit Stella like a truck. Her vision blurred as tears spilled out uncontrollably. Her hands trembled as she reached for the boy she hadn't seen in so long. It was like she couldn't believe he was actually standing in front of her. "O-Oliver..." Her voice cracked as she stumbled a few steps forward, crouching down with shaky hands reaching out to him. Seeing her cry, litt