All Chapters of The Plus-Size Girl Claimed by 3 Daddies: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Leon stared at Sebastian with a sharp gaze. "Lancaster?""Yes. It's a common name around here," Sebastian said.Leon sighed. Maybe Sebastian was right. Lancaster was a common enough name. There was nothing strange about it. Nothing suspicious. He was overthinking."Why did you bring him here?""I didn't have anyone to watch him. His babysitter is sick. I couldn't leave him alone."Leon nodded. Nothing strange about that.He looked back at Ethan. The boy sat quietly on the black leather chair that was too tall for him, his legs dangling without touching the floor. His big black eyes were still moving around the room, full of curiosity, but no fear. No restlessness. He just sat there, calm, like a child used to new environments.Leon felt something was off. Something was nagging at the back of his mind, but he couldn't quite grasp it. Maybe it was because the child was too calm."How old is he?" Leon asked."Five.""Five." Leon repeated the word, feeling its weight on his tongue. "Is he

Ana sat on the floor of the small bedroom in Sebastian's apartment. Ethan was still fast asleep in bed, hugging his plastic dinosaur, unaware that the world outside was changing rapidly. Ana looked at her son—his innocent face, his black hair slightly curled at the ends, his lips still trembling slightly as he dreamed. She reached out and touched Ethan's cheek, so gently, as if afraid he would wake up."You don't know what's happening. You don't know that this world is cruel. But I'll protect you. I promise."Ethan murmured softly in his sleep, then drifted back into deep slumber. Ana slowly pulled her hand away. She stood up and walked to the window. Outside, London stretched out—tall buildings, the sky beginning to cloud over, and in the distance, the blurry silhouettes of grand mansions she used to know.She looked toward the west, toward where Leon was—maybe sitting in his office, or in his mansion, or wherever he was hiding from all the memories he didn't want to remember.Leon.

The museum was huge. An old building with classical architecture, white marble pillars towering at the entrance, and above them, golden lettering that read clearly: Natural History Museum. Ethan ran ahead of Ana, his eyes sparkling, impatient to see the dinosaurs he had only ever seen in books and plastic toys."Mom! Hurry, Mom! I want to see the T-rex!" he shouted, waving his arms.Ana smiled. She tried to keep up with Ethan's pace, although deep inside, there was still an anxiety she couldn't shake. Ever since earlier, since the incident on the road, she felt like someone was following them. Every time she turned around, there was no one there."Come on. Slow down. Don't run," she said.Ethan didn't listen. He had already entered the large hall with a giant dinosaur skeleton in the center. His mouth dropped open, his eyes wide."Wow! It's so big!"Ana stood behind him, looking at her son with love. For a moment, she only saw Ethan, her child, happy.But the pain came suddenly.Her l

I stared at Leon with eyes still drowsy from the medication. The hospital felt cold, the smell of antiseptic stung my nose, and outside the window, the London sky was starting to darken. But in front of me, Leon sat with a tired face, red eyes, disheveled hair."Let's fix everything. For Ethan," he said.I was silent."For Ethan," he repeated.I took a long breath. My chest felt tight, like something was trapped there. I shook my head."No, Leon."Leon froze."What?""I don't want to. Not after everything I've been through with you.""Ana...""You heard me. I don't want to. I turned down Adrian and Sebastian, let alone you."Leon was silent. I saw his jaw harden. He clenched his fists on his lap, his knuckles turning white."What do I have to do? What do I have to do for you to give me a chance?"I looked at him. I saw the man in front of me—the man I used to love, the man who used to hurt me, the man who was now begging with wet eyes. I saw all the wounds he had left, all the pain he

I was still sitting at the kitchen table, staring at the warm glass of milk that was starting to get cold in my hands. Sebastian's words about Richard were still echoing in my head. I knew he was right. Richard would do anything to get rid of Ethan, and I couldn't protect Ethan alone. But accepting help from the three of them meant I had to go back to the past I hated.Sebastian was about to speak again when his phone rang. He answered it, listened for a moment, then replied in a professional voice."Yes, I hear you. Send the documents to my email. I'll review them later."I watched him from behind my glass of milk. His face was serious, his eyes focused, no smile on his lips. He was different when he talked business—firmer, colder.After the call ended, I smiled slightly."Who was that?""A business associate.""A woman?"Sebastian looked at me. "What?""Her voice was female. I heard it."Sebastian sighed. "Yes. A woman, but just a business associate."I sipped my milk. "You don't ha