All Chapters of OUR MUMMY'S EX-HUSBAND WANTS TO CLAIM US NOW: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

OSCAR GRAYIt was the weekend, and I finally made my way to Grandpa’s house. It had been a while since my last visit, and for weeks now, he had been requesting to see me. Monsieur King was a man of great influence, and even at seventy-seven, he still carried himself with dignity and authority. However, in recent years, his health had begun to wane.“Oh, dear boy!” Grandpa exclaimed the moment he spotted me. “You finally decided to visit this helpless old man.”He chuckled in his usual way, opening his arms for an embrace. I considered reminding him that I was no longer a little boy, but I knew it wouldn’t change a thing.“I see you’re strong as ever, Grandpa,” I said, stepping into his embrace. “I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner. Business has been hectic.”“Sit here, boy.” He gestured to the seat beside him. “The servants are preparing dinner. I want you to stay and eat with me today.”“Alright, sir. I’ll stay for dinner,” I agreed.He wasted no time before getting to the point. “Oscar,

TILDA“S-Sir...” I mumbled, my eyes locking onto Mr. Gray.It had been sheer luck. A second longer, and they would have seen me. The mere thought of being discovered sent a shudder through me.Kristie had unknowingly brushed against my shoulder while I was pressed against the wall, hiding the moment I recognized their voices. They were angry—that much was clear—and I knew that could only mean trouble.Megan and Kristie... What were they doing in Mr. Gray’s office?Had they found out about me? Or was this about Petals Tower?My heart pounded as I leaned further into the shadows, desperate to remain unseen. I watched them disappear into the elevator, their sharp voices fading with the closing doors. I should have felt relief. But I didn’t.Slowly, still in shock, I forced myself toward Mr. Gray’s office, dread pooling in my stomach. If he ever discovered my connection to them, I would be doomed. He might think I was a spy.The moment I stepped inside, he got up abruptly, striding toward

KRISTIEI have been trying to warn Mom from the moment I caught hint of her intention. But she continued, going on and on.She instantly grew anxious. “Is he? He mustn’t have heard a thing, right?” she asked.James was already standing by the door, and the moment I saw him, my jaw dropped. How much exactly has he heard, and what would be his reaction?I tried to speak but couldn’t find my voice. It was over. What can be done? In her haste, mom has spilled every little secrets, secrets that had been kept away from James.“You should have warned me, Kristie,” she added.“Megan,” James called.Mom turned to him slowly, her heartbeat audible. “Oh dear James,” she mumbled.I instantly rose to my feet. “It is not what you think, darling. You should pay no attention to mom.James ignored me, his gaze fixed on mom. “What should Kristie had warned you about, Megan?” he asked.“Are you done at the backyard?” I tried to shift the subject and ease the tension. Definitely I will find a way around

STEVENBoss was pacing as the conversation between Miss Tilda and I went on.“She’s left the villa,” I whispered to Boss with my hands covering the receiver.“Where is she, you must find out where she is and if she is okay,” Boss urged desperately.I nodded and said to her. “Send me your location right away, Miss Tilda, I will come and get you. Or if you want to meet up, I will tell you where to meet me.”I impatiently awaited her response. She used to be so trusting and would not hide a thing from me. But after the event that prompted her leaving, it was as if she turned into a different person. I doubted she would want to meet with me anytime soon.“That will be some other time,” she replied, confirming my fear.I shook my head. “Oh.”She went on. “I will go straight to the point, Steven. You know the answers I desire.”“Answers?” I murmured and glanced at Boss.Boss moved closer. “What does she wants to know? You have to reply her, Steven,” he ordered in a low tone.“Your Boss had

TILDA“Good morning, Miranda,” I greeted as she walked in.She had just returned from dropping the kids off at school. I was at the table finishing my breakfast, preparing to leave for work.“Oh, Tilda, you got in late last night. I didn’t want to disturb you this morning,” Miranda said, setting her purse down.“It was my first day. I had to familiarize myself with everything,” I replied.“How’s the new job?” she inquired.I smiled, but it barely reached my eyes. “It’s almost like easy money, Miranda.”But then my expression darkened.Miranda immediately picked up on it and moved closer. “What is it, Tilda? You should be happy.”“It’s not about my job,” I murmured, gripping my mug tighter.“Then what is it?” she pressed.I hesitated before sighing. “James… he might not be the father of my kids.”She stiffened. “What? That’s not possible, Tilda. You aren’t like that,” she exclaimed.I shook my head. “It’s not what you think. I went looking for Steven. My dreams—they were real, Miranda.