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Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart novel Chapter 125

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Of the Quirinus Amalia stories I have ever read, perhaps the most impressive one is Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart. The story is too good, leaving me with many doubts. Currently, the manga has been translated to Chapter 125. Let's read the author's Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart Quirinus Amalia story right here.

Moira smiled as she held the phone in her hand. She felt that life was always so mysterious, but fortunately, people she did not want to meet would always be pulled together through relationships.

Moira looked at the time. It was already 5:30, it's time to cook dinner, Lucas had been living quite well in the Maxwells these past few days, and had even gained a little weight!

"Mummy will make you coke and chicken wings and shrimp tonight."

"Hm! I like to eat the dishes made by the Mummy the most." Lucas didn't forget to praise her.

Moira thought, and suddenly Sage appeared in her mind, could it be that he had gotten used to her food? She even thought of him when she dropped to the ground?

Right at this moment, a knock on the door sounded out. Moira's heart skipped a beat.

It just so happened that today, Moira remembered the matters of her childhood in the Maxwell's. Since she did not reject Morgan from the door, she opened it to look at Morgan, who was dressed in formal clothing, carrying a briefcase in his hands. He looked a little tired, as if he had just returned from a business trip and she asked calmly, "Is there anything?"

"I just got off work and I wanted to come over to see you!" After Morgan finished speaking, he saw that Moira was still holding onto a pot for cooking, and his eyes lit up, "You want to cook? Can you cook one of mine? I haven't had dinner yet."

Moira looked at his exhausted appearance, and her heart softened. It was just a matter of eating a meal, she nodded, "Alright, come in! After dinner, you'll leave."

"Alright!" Morgan no longer had any demands towards her, and Moira could do whatever she wanted.

Lucas looked at his uncle upstairs with a displeased expression. He had a feeling that he must have hurt Mummy before.

Morgan sat on the sofa as he and Lucas on the opposite sofa stared at each other. He was the first to break the silence.

"Hi, my name is Morgan. Your Mummy and I have been friends since we were young."

"Have you bullied my Mummy before?" Lucas glared at him.

Morgan's face turned serious. He did not treat Lucas in front of him as a child at all. Instead, Morgan treated him as an adult.

"I have indeed done something that I have let down your Mummy five years ago. I am very sorry, so I have been thinking of compensation."

Lucas blinked his eyes. He was definitely too young, so he didn't quite understand what Morgan meant.

Just then, Moira came out and heard him. She said to her son, "Lucas, you can call him Uncle Morgan. I have forgiven him for our past conflicts."

Hearing Moira's words, Morgan's face showed slight disappointment. She had forgiven him, and this also meant that she had given up her feelings for him. Otherwise, she wouldn't have forgiven him so easily.

Lucas looked at Morgan, "You are not allowed to bully my Mummy, otherwise, my father and I will definitely not let you off."

Morgan laughed bitterly, "How could I dare bully her again? Now, she's the only one who can bully me."

When Lucas heard this, he finally let go of his guard against him. The little guy was playing with a Magic Cube, and it had not come out yet, but at this time, Morgan pointed at the Magic Cube beside him, "Give this to me, I'll try."

Lucas had always been challenging this and he had never been a success. At this moment, he took the Magic Cube and handed it over to Morgan with a smile. Then Morgan began to play with it seriously. Lucas looked at him with his eyes wide open, and Morgan was also a person with high IQ, so making the Magic Cube was not a difficult task for him.

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