No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1776: Daily Life After Marriage (4)

The child’s eyes were very round, his face equally so, and he puffed his cheeks. "Right here."

"Here?" Hannah glanced around, noting that there was absolutely no one nearby. "Kid, lying is a bad habit."

The little boy snorted, with a bit of a temper but also visibly aggrieved. "But you ARE my guardian!"

Hannah simply reached up and pulled down her face mask. "Take a good look. Do you really know me?"

The boy’s eyes darted around, and he tilted his head to inspect her carefully. His voice carried audible joy. "Of course I know you! You’re my mom!"

Hannah straightened her back, wiped off her expression, and pulled her mask back up. "Take him to the nearest police station!"

She turned around to leave, only for the boy to start wailing dramatically like a banshee. But no matter how hard he flailed, he couldn’t break free from the bodyguard’s grip. "Ah! You cold, heartless woman! You won’t even acknowledge your own son?!"

Hannah turned back to eye him, a slight smile tugging at her lips. "If you refuse to say who you are, I can only send you to the police station."

The boy puffed his cheeks yet again, looking utterly pitiful.

He resembled a drooping-eared puppy.

For once, Hannah found herself with a bit of patience. She stepped back and motioned for the bodyguards to release him. "You two, step aside for now. Wait until I call you."

The two bodyguards nodded and retreated to their previous positions, ten meters away.

There was no one else nearby, only the sound of the wind. The sky grew slightly darker.

The little boy crossed his arms, sniffled, and his eyes turned red.

Hannah crouched down to meet his gaze. "Kid, I don’t have much patience. While I’m still in a decent mood, you’d better spill the truth."

"Spill what?" he muttered as he turned around awkwardly, stealing glances at Hannah from the corner of his eye.

"Whatever I ask, you answer," Hannah said plainly.

A few seconds later, the boy nodded.

"Your name."

"Evelyn Winter."

???

That surname?

"Are you telling the truth?" Hannah studied him.

Evelyn stomped his foot in frustration. "You ask me, but then you don’t believe me! Why bother asking at all?"

Fair enough, his temper was a little like hers.

"I’m sorry," Hannah said. "You claim I’m your mom, so who’s your dad?"

At this question, little Evelyn finally froze.

He seemed to wrestle with himself, hesitating over how to respond. Just as Hannah’s patience wore out and she prepared to ship him straight to the police station, he blurted, "It’s..."

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but Evelyn hastily held them back and preemptively stated, "No matter what I say, you can’t hit me."

Hannah smiled faintly. "I don’t hit people."

Evelyn looked skeptical, but he relented anyway. "You told me... Dad could be... anyone."

Hannah: "..."

She let out a sigh, stood up, and pulled out her phone. "We’re going to the police station after all."

Evelyn quickly wrapped his arms around her leg, crying out. "Don’t call the cops! I’ll tell you everything! Actually... I came here from the future!"

Hannah unlocked her phone and opened the dial pad.

Evelyn kept talking, "I’m telling the truth! I know everything about you! If you don’t believe me, test me!"

Hannah put her phone away, looking contemplatively at Evelyn, who was clinging desperately to her leg.

"Why do I feel like you look so familiar?"

Evelyn’s internal alarms rang loud and clear. He clutched his identity tightly, flashing an overly sweet, obedient grin. "Sons look like their moms, after all!"

Hannah smiled faintly at him, her voice calm. "I suggest you try rephrasing that."

Evelyn’s lips wobbled as he pouted resentfully. But he was clever enough to adjust his tone. "I mean... Big Sister."