THE SURROGATE

CHAPTER 15

Meanwhile, at the Fontana Main house.

At the large and spacious living room, little Michael was sitting on the sofa reading a book when he suddenly felt a strange burst of pain in his heart, causing him endless discomfort.

He frowned and gently put his small hand to his chest. He slightly pressed his palm to where his heart is, and shocked to discover that it’s beating very quickly.

But all of a sudden, the slight discomfort and ache turn to a suffocating pain .

The servant who was cleaning up the toy for him saw him clutching his chest in pain and hurriedly squatted in front of him: “Young Master, what’s the matter with you?”

“My chest hurts …” Michael was now covered in cold sweat, “like, there were a lot of needles poking it, it’s so uncomfortable … …”

The servant looked worried, “Just… like before?”

Michael just groaned.

The servant frowned, worry etched in her face.Young Master has always been like these. He would often have palpitations and heartaches. But even after several times going to the hospital, they did not find out what was the cause of it and the doctors actually said that there's nothing wrong with the young master, that he's actually in a good health. Even the experts’ cardiologists do not understand how this is happening.

Michael slowly curled up on the sofa, gasping for air, and he now looks pale.

“What happened?!”

Gaston Fontana, the Patriarch of the Fontana Family, slowly walked down from the stairs holding on his cane. The old man was already very old. He's actually nearing his 80s but still looking high-spirited, and it is not difficult to see that his facial features still look very charming even behind the wrinkles.

“Grandpa is here Michael…” Michael looked at his grandpa, and he cried out.

In the Fontana family, Gaston's position can not be shaken by anyone. Even when he's already old, no one can disobey him. He is playing with powerful men in the world all his life, and it shows. His bearings were more different than men his age. He still looks intimidating and cold that just with just one look from him, anyone’s heart will shake from fear.

Therefore, even Michael is afraid of him. Well, Gaston never liked his son Maxwell. The boy was unruly and wild. He never listened. But when Gaston saw Maxwell's son in pain, he hurriedly went to him to take a look.

Seeing his grandson experiencing his old disease, Gaston's face has changed, so quickly asked: “Your body is not comfortable again? Is it heartache again?”

Gaston sounds so concerned, but Michael subtly tries to avoid him because, apparently, his heart is very afraid of him. He was afraid of Gaston’s serious stern face, so he doesn’t like to get close to him

“It’s nothing, grandfather!”

“Nonsense!"

“It’s really nothing, grandfather!”

“Nonsense! Look at you having a cold sweat from pain!” Gaston suddenly felt extremely distressed. This boy might have come from his least favorite son, but he probably liked him more than he thought.

“G-Grandpa, I … … I want to read a book!” Michael suddenly leaped down from the sofa and ran upstairs.

Gaston looked at his back and slowly sighed. He might look like his father, but he's more softer than that brat. Sigh. What a troublesome child.

Deep at night. At the long highway, far away from the city.

A Black Mercedes-Benz is running fast on the road. Maxwell hands were gripping tightly the steering wheel, while his eyes turned colder as the minute passed by. A few moments ago, he felt rage. The bleak of the moonlight shines in his handsome delicate face as if it was carved on a layer of a silver.

He throttles a step on to the end of the tunnel, and the noise of the engine drowns all the hustle and bustle.

Tonight, he doesn’t know why, but his emotions are out of control…

Tonight, he doesn’t know why his emotions are out of control. In the past, even if he was facing a difficult case in his business development, he was very patient. But today, for some inexplicable reason, he’s having a bad mood and even feeling tired.

Then his phone rings.

Maxwell picked up the phone call, then heard Michael’s soft voice: “Daddy … …”

“Mmm? what is it?

“Daddy, my heart hurts… And yesterday I had a dream, a dream of mommy…”

The car stopped. The car windows rolled down, and Maxwell's complexion darkened.”Huh? Mommy?”

Who? Agnes?

“It’s not Mommy Agnes I dream of. The truth is there's a beautiful woman crying softly a name, but it’s not mine…. um, I don’t know who it is! Anyway, when I dreamed about her, I felt at ease, I felt warm, unlike…”

A young voice paused, but then Michael continued complaining. “Daddy, I don’t like Mommy Agnes! She’s not gentle, I don’t like her…dad, I don’t want Mommy Agnes! I want that dream mommy……”

The little guy cried and seemed troubled over there, but playing headstrong. Maxwell is getting worried, so he lowered his voice and unexpectedly said in a gentle voice: “Little one, don’t make trouble, okay? Daddy will immediately come back home and accompany you!”

“Mmm! Daddy, I’ll wait for you!”

The phone hangs up, and Maxwell lips curve a smile in his disbelief.

A person … … would really have a telepathic connection?

The doctor said his son, who has a twin, would often produce a telepathic connection with the other twin. However, when that girl gave birth to those two boys, one of them was born alive, and the other was dead…

Well, the truth is, he later sent someone to the hospital to find the doctor and nurses involved in the delivery and asked the whereabouts of the child’s body. He wanted to give it a proper burial, but all claims have been processed.

In the beginning, he deeply regrets not seeing his dead son. However, from the earliest years, Michael has been mentioning him. He always dreamed that he had a brother.

With bright eyes and looks a lot like him. If they were standing in front of the mirror, they would definitely look the same.

He has always been considered it nonsense.

Until one time, when he had a high fever, the family doctor put him in the ice water to lessen the heat in his body at once, then laid him in bed, he seems in a deep sleep, but he would constantly called: “Mommy … … Mommy … …”

Helpless, from attachment, as if he admired Agnes. But he knew that his son might usually call Agnes Mommy, but their actually not close.

When he woke up, he cried a lot. When Agnes wanted to hug him, he immediately stopped crying when she moved close.

Then later he started crying again: “Michael has a brother, my brother is sick, Michael felt worried, so worried ah … …”

However, the original younger brother died, so where is this brother he is speaking of?

So no one believes his words, just thought that he was, after all, a child. After that day, Michael no longer mentioned him.

So Maxwell thought that he's probably just lonely, but right now, he couldn’t help but think, what if his other child was actually alive? What if Michael was right? He should probably start investigating once more. After all, he also wanted to see that girl once more.

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