Chapter 173 You Can&##x27;t Wait to See Me

Sven noticed that his father had called himself "me".

Sven opened his mouth slightly but said nothing. He was waiting for Carlos to go on.

"Your daddy is one of my best friends. He helped me a lot, and even died because of me. "

"Dad Do you look after me for him? " Sven asked blankly.

Carlos nodded.

It was a complex story, but it was not necessary to tell it to Sven.

Sven was in a daze for a while. It seemed that he was understanding what Carlos meant.

After a long while, Sven raised his head and looked at Carlos intently. He asked, "Daddy, did Sven do
something wrong again? So..."

Carlos reached out his hand, put it on Sven's, shook his head seriously and interrupted him.

The emotion in Sven's eyes changed dramatically. He pulled his hand out of Carlos' and shook his
head excitedly.

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it! Daddy, Mommy, you must be lying! "

He didn't know if what Carlos said was true, but he realized why Carlos said that all of a sudden.

"Daddy, is it because you don't want Sven anymore?"

Carlos' heart broke as he saw Sven's tears streaming down.

"Sven, although I'm not your biological father, if you are willing to stay with me and get along well with
Celia, I will continue to take care of you like your biological father."



If so, that would be the best result.

He still couldn't rest assured to set a good relationship with Ashley. After all, she had always treated the
kids as a tool to achieve her goal.

"No way! I don't want that bad woman! I only want my daddy and Mommy! "

Sven was so excited that he pushed his wheelchair to keep a distance from Carlos. His face was full of
tears.

Carlos' face fell. He explained, "Don't worry. Your mother and I have never gotten married. Celia is not
a bad woman who would destroy other people's family. She is my only wife. Maybe it's too cruel for
you, but you have to accept this fact. "

If Sven couldn't accept this, how could he get along well with Celia?

Carlos had wanted to talk to Sven in a roundabout way, but he found that the child looked like his
mother.

He was too paranoid, self deceiving, unwilling to face the reality.

Carlos didn't have the heart to blame Sven. However, after experiencing the fear and apprehension of
losing Celia in the hospital this afternoon, he clearly knew that compared with the guilt of the whole life,
the loss of Celia's and his babies was more important for him than death!

If he couldn't protect both of them, he must give up.

"It's because of that bad woman and her baby, so you don't want to be with me, right?"

Sven was too stubborn to get away from it.



"Sven, you can ask your mommy later. What's the truth. I just want to tell you that if you can accept
Celia, I can promise that we will treat you the way we treat our own children. If you don't, you can go
back to America with your mommy. "

However, Sven still shook his head and said, "no, I don't want to do that!"

Carlos frowned and stood up slowly. It seemed that he was going to leave in this way.

Looking at Carlos' cold and solemn expression, Sven pushed the wheelchair with his little hand and
hastily drew back.

He looked around the ward blankly, then his eyes fell on the bright silver fruit knife on the dining table.

Carlos also sensed Sven's intention. He squinted coldly, but did not stop him.

Sven sat in a wheelchair and the dinner table was a little high.

He tried to raise his body with his hands, but it was still out of reach.

Carlos looked at them in silence. He slowly walked towards them and stood in front of the table.

Sven felt that someone was standing beside him and totally covered his shadow. He raised his head
and could only see Carlos' chin.

He couldn't see Carlos' face clearly, but felt a chill from Carlos, making him tremble.

Sven was still trying to take the fruit knife. Carlos put his big palm on the knife handle and lowered his
head to look at him. His face was cold and distant. "Sven, if you want to threaten me with your life as
long as you meet any problem, you won't have any future in the future."

Carlos picked up the knife as he said. He turned around and silently reached for the knife handle,
staring at Sven without saying a word.



It seemed that he was saying, "if you want to die, I'll give you the knife.".

Sven looked at Carlos in disbelief and forgot to cry.

Her trembling hands reached for the knife handle. Before long, Carlos turned around and left without
hesitation.

Sven's hand trembled and the fruit knife fell to the ground. The little boy was sitting in a wheelchair,
covering his face and crying bitterly.

Carlos refrained from turning around.

He clenched his fists and felt relieved when he heard the sound of the fruit knife falling.

He was not so heartless as to ignore a child killing himself in front of his eyes, but he could not always
compromise with Sven in the face of death.

To say the least, even if he had given up Celia today, Sven would encounter a lot of problems in the
future. He couldn't take death as the key to solve any problem.

Otherwise, the baby would be ruined even if it was alive.

As soon as Carlos opened the door, he met Ashley's face.

Tears crossed her delicate face. Her watery eyes became clear and clear, with a layer of bleak mist
covering her. She looked delicate and pitiful.

"Carlos..."

A shivering voice came to Carlos' ears. Ashley raised her hand and wanted to grab Carlos' hand, but
she lowered her head in dismay.



"Go and comfort him!"

After these words, he planned to walk past her and leave.

But Ashley stopped in front of him. She looked up at him with pleading eyes and begged, "Carlos, I
know I was wrong. Please don't leave me and Sven, okay?"

Carlos stopped and looked at her indifferently. "You... I've never wanted you. As for Sven, I have told
him just now. As long as he is willing to get along well with Celia, I can continue to look after him. Of
course, under the condition that you agree and Sven volunteered to do it. "

He said the last sentence in her mind, 'you, I never wanted you.'.

Such a simple sentence was like a dagger stabbing her heart fiercely.

This man had never been gentle to her from the beginning to the end.

She lowered her head. Her black hair covered her face, hiding the strong emotion in her eyes.

Carlos saw that she was silent. He turned and left.

At Celia's place.

Carlos had been away for nearly an hour, and Celia had been worried for nearly an hour.

She paced back and forth in the living room.

She was afraid that Carlos would not be able to handle it.

She was afraid that Sven would get emotional and do something stupid.



However, what she feared most was that when Carlos faced Sven, Carlos would no longer be cold and
cruel to him, and became softhearted again.

She was afraid of being abandoned again.

She didn't like the feeling of happiness being controlled by others, but she couldn't help but look
forward to it.

Being pregnant, Celia tried not to touch any electronic products.

She didn't watch TV or play computer. She was really bored in the house.

After thinking for a while, she went downstairs for a walk.

This community was very old. Unlike Carlos' villa, which was well equipped with all kinds of leisure
facilities, Celia could only walk back and forth in the garden in front of the unit, just for a little exercise.

The cool wind couldn't dispel her anxiety.

More than ten minutes later, a familiar black Maybach appeared in front of her. The restless heart of
Celia began to beat wildly.

The Maybach was parked at the parking lot beside the flower nursery. The heavy door was opened and
Carlos got out of the driver's seat.

Carlos dressed himself formally except for holidays.

He was wearing an Italian handmade dark shirt, and a pair of dark colored suit pants showed off his
slim waist perfectly.

He was tall and handsome, with long and straight legs and a three-dimensional face carved with knives
and axes, all of which seemed to have gained a unique favor from God.



With a shopping bag in his hand, he must have bought some vegetables by the way, but it didn't affect
his outstanding temperament and temperament.

He walked in the setting sun like this, his deep eyes as clear as a deep cold lake. He stared at Celia
who was not far away without a blink, and walked steadily towards her step by step.

Celia's face turned red and her heart beat faster.

"You can't wait to see me?"

He stood in front of her, gazing at her tenderly. He wore a light smile on his sexy lips, which made him
more charming.


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