Chapter 102: Chapter 100: Whose Kid Is This? He Looks Kind of Familiar
"Huh... I think my mom’s eyes just moved."
The boy who had been squatting by the bed stood up. Bracing his hands on the edge of the mattress, he leaned in to stare at the person lying there. He muttered sothing that sounded both surprised and questioning.
At that sa mont, Celeste Grant opened her eyes, only to find a young boy staring right at her. Their eyes t, and they just stared at each other, wide-eyed.
Perhaps seeing her awake startled him, because he froze for a second before snapping upright.
Celeste Grant was a little dazed. ’Whose kid is this? He looks a little familiar...’
She sat up, swung her legs over the side of the bed, and saw the boy standing there bend down to get her shoes.
"Thank you."
She said casually as she slipped them on.
’So polite!’
As she thought this, she took a closer look at him.
The boy before her looked to be about seven or eight years old, and he was over 1.4 ters tall. He wore red and white robes embroidered with an ancient golden pattern—the sa one she had seen on Javier Sinclair’s clothes. His hair was simply tied back with a golden ribbon fastened by a jade clasp.
He had phoenix eyes, a high-bridged nose, picturesque features, and fair skin. He was handso, like a young lord who had stepped right out of a painting, exuding an air of nobility. But he was still young and looked quite tender, with a bit of baby fat still on his cheeks.
’Whose child is this? He’s way too handso.’
’No... wait a minute.’
"Your face... why do you look so familiar? Who is it you resemble?"
Celeste Grant looked him up and down.
She snapped her fingers.
"I’ve got it! It’s Javier Sinclair! Why do you look so much like him? You... you’re not his son, are you?"
’Don’t tell
he didn’t just have a child with , but he also had another one with a different woman before that—and he’s already this big? This is too much information. I can’t process this.’
’No, no, that’s not right either.’ Celeste Grant studied his face closely and realized the boy’s eyes and brows also looked a bit like her own little fatty...
’Why does he look so much like my son?’
"Whose child are you?"
she asked.
The boy just smiled, pointed at her, then pointed at himself. "Isn’t it obvious? I’m yours."
Hearing this, Celeste Grant’s pupils constricted in shock.
The words tumbled out of her mouth.
"M-Mine?"
Celeste Grant’s eyes flew open, her voice rising in pitch—no, it practically cracked.
She pointed at the boy, montarily speechless. "You’re saying... you’re my son?"
’No wonder he looked so familiar. Isn’t this just what my little fatty would look like all grown up? His face looks so much like his father’s, but his eyes and brows are like mine.’
Celeste Grant spoke.
"Are you... Little Fatty?"
Hearing this, Aaron Sinclair, who was standing by her bed, smiled and scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed. "Actually, I’m not fat anymore." ’That was when I was a baby. I was chubby because I drank too much milk.’ "See? I’m fine now."
Of course, he still drank a cup of Spiritual Beast Milk every day, as it helped strengthen his body and fortify his constitution, which was beneficial for his Cultivation.
He was currently practicing both Immortal and Demon Cultivation and had already reached the Third Level of Foundation Establishnt.
"Mama."
"Mother."
’This is my son.’
’My son!’
’This is completely insane.’
But hearing him call out to her, Celeste Grant felt a rush of warmth, and the image of the boy before her instantly rged with that of her Little Fatty. Okay, she was certain now. This was her son, the real deal.
’But how could this have happened?’
’And how did I even get here? Wasn’t I at my ho in Mirewood? I crippled Jocelyn Grant’s Cultivation, dug out her Spirit Root, and even saw that villainess crying tears of blood.’
’Of course, that wasn’t the important part right now, nor did she care.
She only cared about one thing.
How did her son get so big? He looked like he was already seven or eight years old.
It felt like she’d only taken a short nap.
Thinking of this, she grew anxious.
"That’s not right, you weren’t this big." She gestured with her hands, her expression one of utter disbelief. "How did you suddenly get so tall? Did you take so kind of growth hormone? Let
tell you, you can’t just eat random things. Like those poisonous Elixir Pills, they can affect your developnt and harm your body."
Aaron Sinclair waved his hands dismissively.
"No, no, Mother, you’ve misunderstood."
At this mont, seeing her grown-up son, Celeste Grant’s first instinct was that he must have eaten sothing to suddenly grow like this. The thought that she might have been in a state of epiphany for years never crossed her mind.
She pulled him over and ran her hands all over him, checking him from head to toe. After confirming there was nothing wrong, she finally said, "You seem to be okay."
Aaron Sinclair chuckled.
"Of course I’m okay."
"Mama, I’m eight years old this year. It’s normal to be this tall. It would be weird if I didn’t grow. I actually think I’m not that tall. Uncle Jennings’s son, Big Bull, is only two years older than , but his arms are already thicker than my legs, and he’s super tall and strong. When I stand next to him, I’m practically half his size."
Hearing this, an image of a certain Hall Master subconsciously appeared in her mind. The man was over two ters tall, with a burly fra comparable to the Bull Demon King. His voice was so booming it was deafening. As for his son, the boy called Big Bull, he was just as sturdy.
’If my son grows up to look like that, finding him a wife will be a nightmare.’
"No, no, no. Mom thinks you’re much more handso just the way you are."
Aaron Sinclair raised his arm. "But Mother, I think being built like Big Bull ans you have more power."
Celeste Grant imdiately retorted, "No, no. It’s not about what you think; it’s about what I think. Mom thinks you look perfect right now. A guy like Big Bull might be strong and have a big fra, but true strength isn’t about size—it’s about one’s Cultivation. Look at your dad! He’s got a slender build and is devastatingly handso, but his power is absolutely top-tier. If you cultivate hard, you’ll definitely grow up to be just as handso and powerful as him."
’With my son’s looks, he’s bound to be the target of countless love letters from all the girls in the Cultivation World.’
Aaron Sinclair nodded and clenched his fists.
"Okay! I’ll definitely cultivate hard so I can protect you in the future, Mother."
"Such a good boy."
’Mother is still the sa as before. I love her the most.’
’All these years, he had co to see her every day. Finally, Mother had woken up from her epiphany.’
’It had been such a long ti; he was worried that sothing had happened to her. Thankfully, Dad said it was normal, so he just kept waiting.’
"Mama, hug."
Aaron Sinclair reached out and hugged Celeste Grant tightly, then gave her a big SMOOCH on the cheek. "Mwah."
Celeste Grant touched her cheek, then lovingly reached out to pat her son’s head. It was a little strange for him to have grown up so suddenly, but this was still her son.
’As a mother, no matter what her child grows up to be, her love for him would never change.’
’Wait, sothing’s not right...’
’Eight years old this year?’
The realization finally dawned on her, and the smile on Celeste Grant’s face froze.
"You’re eight years old this year?"
He nodded slightly.
"Yep. To be precise, Mama, I’m eight years and two months old."
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