Chapter 447: Chapter 447: No Problem

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“Yes.” Adrian Zhekova nodded.

Maverick Zhekova laughed joyfully, “Morgan already calls us Grandpa and Grandma, and you still call us Aunt and Uncle. It’s so distant. You and Morgan are connected, so how can you separate yourself?”

Victoria Wheeler nodded in agreement, “That’s true.”

Now that the elders had said this, if Cindy Clarke didn’t agree, it would seem too standoffish.

So, Cindy summoned up the courage and called them, “Dad, Mom.”

Before Maverick Zhekova and Victoria Wheeler could even respond, Adrian Zhekova interjected, “See, she has already called you Mom and Dad. It’s accurate now when I call her my fiancée, right?”

Cindy:

Maverick Zhekova:

Victoria Wheeler:

How could this young man be so thick-skinned? How could he have remained single until now?

With such thick skin, how could he have any trouble finding a wife?!

Old Madam was delighted, thinking that it was due to this thick skin that he now had a fiancée and such a big son.

The speed of their relationship even outpaced the Wells Family’s Lamborghini.

Maverick Zhekova warmly said to Cindy, “That’s right, call us that from now on.”

The title that hadn’t been used for five years was called out once again by Cindy.

Somewhat unfamiliar, yet warm and emotional.

“Mm.” Cindy nodded firmly.

Only then did Adrian Zhekova take Cindy and Morgan to leave the family mansion and head home.

Once at home, Morgan quickly took a bath, washed up, and hurried to bed.

He was so sleepy that he didn’t even ask Adrian to tell him a bedtime story.

When Adrian Zhekova finished taking a shower, he found that Cindy wasn’t in the bedroom.

“Cindy?” Adrian Zhekova called out, but there was no response.

He went to the living room and found her standing on the balcony outside, looking up at the sky.

No wonder he hadn’t heard her respond.

Adrian Zhekova then fetched a shawl, draping it over Cindy.

With that, he embraced her from behind, “What are you looking at here?”

The cold wind blew, tossing Cindy’s hair onto Adrian Zhekova’s face.

He could still smell the fragrance of her hair, with a slight dampness to it.

Apparently, Cindy had just taken a shower too. Although her hair was now dry, it retained a hint of moisture.

“I’m looking at the moon.” Cindy gazed at the full moon in the sky.

“My most difficult Valentine’s Day was during my first two years in Belfard,” she said, staring at the moon.

“In the first year, I was alone, pregnant with Morgan, and extremely helpless.”

“I had no idea what life would be like after giving birth. I was so exhausted during my pregnancy, without anyone by my side, not even for a moment,” Cindy explained slowly, “Ironically, it was the Valentine’s Day, a time when families reunite, and I was alone.”

“All that despair converged and made it doubly hard to bear.” Cindy smiled.

But perhaps her psychological resilience was just too strong.

Or maybe she had lived like a tenacious plant since childhood.

So, even when the pressure was so great and it was so difficult, she never once thought of ending her life to escape such stress.

“By the second Valentine’s Day, Morgan had been born. But he was just a small, weak bundle unable to speak,” said Cindy. “He needed me to focus all my energy on him.”