After divorce I am a billionaire

In the evening, Lyra received a phone call just after finishing work and rushed to the kindergarten where Alistair was. The sports day had already ended, and most of the children had gone hwith their parents. Only a few kids were left sitting on the playground, waiting for their families to pick them up.

Lyra quietly entered the kindergarten and saw that Alistair was sleeping on his small bed in his usual nap room. Mavis was sitting next to him, looking at him with love and compassion in her eyes.

Lyra took off her high heels and walked over to them. "Mavis, you calledhere. Is there something you need?" Mavis kissed her son's forehead before gesturing for Lyra to follow her outside for a chat.

Lyra understood and followed her down the hall.

"Has he started dating someone new? Is he planning on getting married again so that Alistair can have a stepmother?" Mavis asked anxiously.

"I really don't know about that," Lyra replied honestly. "I'll check tomorrow and let you know if | find anything out." Mavis shook her head sadly. "It doesn't matter anymore. I'm dead now anyway. His remarriage has nothing to do withas long as his new wife treats Alistair well." Lyra didn't know what else to say or how she could comfort Mavis.

Mavis had immediately asked about Anthony when she arrived earlier, which showed that she hadn't completely moved on from him yet despite not wanting to mention his ndirectly.

When would Mavis finally face her true feelings? Lyra sighed deeply.

"Today is the parent-child sports meeting in the kindergarten. The man didn't come. | was afraid that Alistair would be sad, so | chere on my own. I'm afraid | won't be able to explain this to the Callahan family. Can you send Alistair back for me? Explain to the Callahan family by the way?" There was no reason for Lyra to disagree with a small matter.

Within a few minutes, Lyra cout of the kindergarten with the sleeping Alistair in her arms.

The bodyguards of the Callahan family who were hiding in the shadows cout immediately.

Lyra ignored them, put Alistair in her car, and then turned to the bodyguards of the Callahan family and said, "I'll take Alistair htoday. You don't have to follow. Go back on your own." The bodyguards bowed, "Thank you for your hard work." Lyra first brought Alistair back to Lyre Spiti, just as Spencer and Momo cback.

Several children finished dinner together, and they were able to play a little longer. Alistair loved being with Molly the most.

Whenever she was around, he felt his best and didn't want any worries.

After having dinner at Lyre Spiti, Lyra personally took Alistair back to Callahan Residence. Paloma had been waiting in front of the door for a while now, eager to see her Alistair as soon as possible.

"Great-grandma!" Alistair's childish voice shouted as he ran up and hugged Paloma, eager to share with her, "I had dinner at Aunt Lyra's tonight! Uncle Malcolm cooked it himself. It was so delicious! | really liked the shrimp and egg soup..." Paloma laughed heartily at his antics before exchanging pleasantries with Lyra and leading her great-grandson inside.

"Alistair, what do you plan on doing tomorrow since it's the weekend?" Alistair nibbled on his finger anxiously before replying, "Um... | haven't decided yet..." Suddenly butler Saul interjected, "Mrs. Callahan, Mr. Callahan just cback earlier today saying that he arranged math tutoring lessons for Alistair this week along with foreign language classes since elementary school test is coming up soon; Mr. Callahan hopes that Alistair will work hard without slacking off." Well then there went his weekend plans...

A gloomy expression crept onto Alistair's face as he lowered his blue eyes.

Paloma couldn't bear seeing him like this so she glared at Saul before saying, "We'll talk about tomorrow when tomorrow comes; he's not going to be studying all day long anyways! I'm asking about how we can arrange srest tfor Alistair; why are you discouraging over everything?" Saul realized that he spoke out of turn so he quickly apologized while bowing down in respect.

Alistair didn't say anything else after letting go of great-grandma's hand before running upstairs first.

As he passed by his father's study room door which was closed shut but still lit up even though it was already late into the night; Anthony seemed like he was still busy working on something important.

He hesitated for a moment before approaching closer towards his study room door while lifting his small hand, wanting to knock but stopped himself right beforehand.

Originally, he intended on questioning Anthony why he hadn't gone together today for the parent-child sports event or why did he have to stay with Bryleigh instead despite promising him otherwise? But once those words reached his lips, he suddenly felt unworthy enough not being able question him anymore since Anthony never promised him anything regarding attending the sports event in the first place. It seems like he just assumed too much again.

As for Bryleigh's situation, his father probably would say, "It's an adult matter. Kids shouldn't get involved." Alistair felt so sad.

He eventually gave up on knocking and went back to his small room to rest.

Late at night.

The entire Callahan family had already turned off their lights.

The light in the study outside was clearly gone, and occasionally there were heavy footsteps in the hallway.

Before going to bed, Anthony cautiously opened his son's door.

The little kid on the bed had his arms and legs spread out like a starfish while sleeping. His mouth moved a few times as if he was dreaming of something delicious.

Anthony softened his gaze as he gently covered him with a small blanket. He muttered softly, "I should tie your hands and feet together so you won't move around while sleeping.” If he got sick from being too cold, he would cry again.

He lightly stroked his son's soft face with the back of his hand before getting up to leave.

"Mommy... Mommy." "Mommy, snatch Daddy back..." "Hmm, | don't want that Auntie." Anthony stiffened for a moment before slowly turning around only to see that his son was talking in his sleep.

His heart beceven softer as he leaned down and kissed him gently on the forehead.

"She doesn't need to snatchback. Daddy will always be Mommy's and Alistair's forever." Alistair dreamed of a beautiful dream.

He held his Dad's hand with one hand while holding his Mom's hand with another during their family sports day event where they won first place together. The principal rewarded them many pretty red flowers! Unfortunately, dreams were just dreams after all...

On a lazy afternoon during the weekend, Alistair lay face down on top of his small desk feeling tearful. His eyelids were fighting against each other for control over whether or not they should stay open or closed due to exhaustion from studying at hall day long. Under strict supervision by private tutors who spoke like skind of sorcerers casting spells, it was impossible for him to control where thoughts wandered off into oblivion without any direction whatsoever.

Suddenly an image popped into view - it was his father holding Bryleigh! That woman spoke roughly when his father wasn't present but acted sweetly when she saw him; how annoying! But she was his first love though...

Yesterday at Lyre Spiti dinner table, Alistair asked, "Uncle Malcolm, what is your first love like?" At that tMalcolm and Lyra both froze; their expressions were unreadable but he still answered Alistair's question, "It is someone who exists purely within our fondest memories - someone we can never forget." Last night, he overheard a maid crying quietly in the backyard, yelling into the phone, "You men are so despicable. No matter how good | am to you, as long as your first love comes back, you will ruthlessly abandon me!" Alistair covered his face and whimpered. He felt uneasy.

It seemed that Bryleigh was really important to his father. Important enough for him to go on a date with her and miss his son's sports day.

He wasn't smart enough like Spencer to win his Dad's favor. Now there was Bryleigh too; his Dad must want to abandon him even more? In fact, Anthony had been busy dealing with Sheldon's stuff lately and worked from dawn till dusk every day without even having breakfast at home. Alistair hadn't seen him for several days.

Feeling full of crisis in his heart, Alistair quickly cup with an idea.

He looked angrily at the math workbook in front of him and decisively put down his pencil before falling asleep heavily.