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Morgan covered his cheeks.
It seed he was indeed very adorable.
It’s confird!
“Don’t say that,” Cindy said, “I’ve always been very grateful that I gave birth to Morgan.”
“I had him, not for anyone else. He’s my son. Raising and taking care of him is because I love him, and I naturally want to give him a better life. I don’t want to see him suffer; I want him to be as good as other kids. So, of course, I have to work hard.” Cindy looked tenderly at Morgan. “I’m very willing to do all these things.”
It wasn’t to find Morgan’s father and get the gratitude of the Zhekova family mbers in the future.
Nor was it to gain any benefits.
What she wanted was just Morgan’s love and his smile.
“I understand,” Grandfather nodded, “I didn’t an anything else. I just thought that if you hadn’t been so brave back then, none of us would have t such an adorable child now.”
Morgan looked up at Grandfather.
Suddenly, he climbed down from Grandfather’s arms.
Grandfather couldn’t stop him.
In just a few steps, Morgan rushed into Cindy’s arms.
He had so difficulty climbing onto Cindy’s lap.
Cindy saw this and directly picked up the little guy and placed him on her lap.
Morgan’s little arms hugged Cindy’s waist.
Although his arms were short and couldn’t fully reach around her.
Morgan just held Cindy like this, without saying anything.
But everyone could understand Morgan’s language.
Cindy smiled tenderly, hugging Morgan back, her soft, delicate palm gently stroking Morgan’s soft hair.
“Cindy, I love you the most!” Morgan said softly.
“ too, I love you the most,” Cindy whispered.
Adrian Zhekova:
What was he supposed to do?
“By the way, Grandfather, Grandmother,” Adrian said, “Cindy and I have discussed to change Morgan’s last na back to Zhekova.”
Morgan was originally buried in Cindy’s arms, acting cute.
Slling the fragrance on Cindy’s body, feeling exceptionally at ease.
Now hearing Adrian’s words, he raised his head to look at the family mbers.
Cindy rubbed Morgan’s hair and said, “We should change Morgan’s last na back to Zhekova. Otherwise, when people ntion him outside, he still has my last na Ye, which doesn’t seem right. I’m afraid people will gossip about Adrian behind his back.”
It was your biological son, but he still had soone else’s last na.
There might be so particularly malicious speculations, pointing fingers at Adrian behind his back.
Adrian was so good; how could she let him suffer from these malicious finger-pointing?
“Shall we take Daddy’s last na? What do you think?” Cindy asked Morgan for his opinion.
“No problem at all.” Morgan readily agreed.
Although he always tripped Adrian up, at this mont, Morgan was unexpectedly supportive.
The Zhekova family elders naturally didn’t have any objections.
“Alright, alright, alright,” Old Madam smiled and nodded in agreent.
“We were thinking of still calling him Morgan. When people say ‘Morgan Zhekova,’ it doesn’t sound very formal. It’s okay since he’s still young now. But when Morgan grows up, having such a na sounds childish and immature,” Adrian said.
“Grandfather, what do you think about giving Morgan a more formal na?” Adrian suggested.
Morgan imdiately said, “But I’m used to being called Morgan. When people say ‘Morgan,’ it’s like they’re calling . If I change my na, when people call , it feels like they’re calling soone else.”
Morgan’s na had been with him since birth.
And it was Cindy who had given him the na.
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