Chapter 180 - The Childs Name (2/2)

”What? Asked me what?” Maxen asked, halting his step before he reached the door.

”I wanted to go with you tomorrow. I'll stay in the car, I promise,” she said and raised her palm, nodding her head.

”I don't know. I heard you were asking your baby. I'm not 'baby'. I will always be your Max.” He winked, infuriating Olivia.

”But Max,” Olivia uttered, her eyes pooled Oscar-worthy tears as she hooked her finger in the pocket of his pants and bowed.

The next second, her tear dropped, soaking the carpeted floor. It was enough to break Maxen's resolve.

Hugging Olivia, Maxen kissed the side of her head. ”Just so you know...I saw you smiling. Nice try.” He peeled Olivia off from him, holding her by the shoulders. ”I'll ask Wyatt if you can join us. If he says no, then, we can set a date to meet his child. How does that sound?”

Heaving heavily, Olivia sighed her disappointment. How could they count her out if she's the one who made the discovery? ”Okay. Okay. Is Wyatt even interested in finding the child?”

”Actually… He's not because he thinks it's a dead-end. ”

”Then what happens then if the child is really alive?”

”He'll take responsibility. I know him. He did when he found out Xandra was pregnant but… She filed a restraining order on Wyatt. Saying she was against the idea of him touching the child or even going near her not after how the way the child was conceived.”

”And he didn't tell you about Xandra being pregnant?”

Before he answered her question, Maxen opened the door, holding the small of Olivia's back to usher her out. ”He didn't want us to b.u.t.t into his problem. He knew we would convince Xandra to drop the charges without him asking us.”

”Or maybe, he didn't like you to convince Xandra,” Olivia countered. Remembering the first time she met Wyatt, the two already butted heads. There was something about Wyatt that she didn't like even if he had done nothing wrong against her.

”Why do you always have negative comments about him?”

Olivia shrugged. ”If what everyone says is true that Wyatt is a great guy, then I haven't seen it with my own eyes. So… to see is to believe. Oh my gosh!”

Maxen scooped Olivia up, carrying her bridal-style as he walked down the flight of stairs. ”Don't cry if he proves you wrong.” He chuckled upon seeing Olivia scrunched her nose and shaking her head in a 'no'.

...

Morning came, and another promise of hope could be seen on the horizon. Olivia was in a happy mood as she behaved inside the car on the way to the monastery. Last night when Maxen called Wyatt, the latter said it was fine for Olivia to tag along, adding that it would help him too just in case the child was a girl.

Soon their convoy reached the monastery, and the trio—Maxen, Wyatt, and Olivia— were inside the Mother Superior's office.

”We don't have any children here, Your Highness. We had an age requirement for everyone who wanted to work or join the convent, we don't run an orphanage too,” the Mother Superior explained, her hand weaved together sat on top of the desk.

Wyatt was quiet the entire time, looking out the window. ”What about those kids, Sister… Mother Superior?” Wyatt corrected himself immediately.

”Oh, those are kids from the House of Chamenos. They are here three times a week to learn botany, sewing, and other tools of the trade that would help them land a job in case they age out from the orphanage.”

To their shock, Wyatt tipped a vase over when he walked closer to the window. Sitting by the mango tree was a child with auburn hair, just like him.

”Do you know that child's name?” he asked and looked over his shoulders, ignorant of the water soiling his pants.

Mother Superior stood up, whispering to the nun beside her to go and clean the mess on the floor. She walked at snail-pace towards the window where Wyatt stood. She didn't have to guess who the child was, the bright hair color was a dead giveaway.

She sighed when she remembered how they first met the poor kid. Forcing the lump down in her throat, Mother Superior regarded the man beside her and a happy smile curved her lips when something told her the child would be coming home soon.

”Aerith. That's the child's name.”