Chapter 1552: His Name Is Derek Haston!

Just because Lydia Brooke is a popular celebrity, she can’t let people know the news that she’s had a child before marriage.

"Jorge," Jorge Saxton replied with a single word, then added another sentence, "What’s your last name?"

"My last name is—"

"His name is Derek Haston!" Lydia Brooke interrupted their conversation, her face carrying a cold expression, though her voice was slightly anxious.

Derek Brooke furrowed his brows again and looked at Lydia Brooke. Lydia quietly met Derek’s gaze, pretending to be calm as she said, "Derek Haston, let’s go. We can’t disturb Uncle Saxton’s date!"

After speaking, Lydia Brooke turned and walked away, not daring to stay for even a moment longer. Her fingers holding the bag tightened even more in her palm.

Just at this moment, Mikey Haston finished paying and came over to find them. He smiled slightly at Lydia Brooke and Derek Brooke, "Did you finish eating? Let’s go."

"Okay, Mikey Haston, where are you going next?" Lydia quickened her pace and walked to Mikey Haston’s side, beckoning to Derek Brooke who hadn’t moved yet, "Hurry up, let’s go elsewhere."

Derek Brooke nodded slightly to Uncle Saxton in front of him as a greeting before leaving, his gaze deep.

Jorge Saxton watched the family of three, each equally striking in appearance, standing together, both eye-catching and heart-wrenching.

The child is named Derek Haston, the man is named Beau Haston, the answer is quite obvious.

"Young Master Saxton, shall we go too? Where would you like to go? I’m free to accompany you," Ember Wilson smiled beside him, maintaining a poised and elegant demeanor.

Jorge Saxton looked at the ’family of three’ turning away, narrowed his eyes, exuding coldness.

"Young Master Saxton, what’s wrong?" Ember Wilson sensed his abnormal vibe and asked softly.

"Do you have paper and a pen?" Jorge Saxton quickly asked, watching the three approaching the entrance.

"No," Ember Wilson shook her head, "but I have an eyebrow pencil, there’s a tissue in my bag, would that work for you, Young Master Saxton?"

"Sure, hurry." Jorge Saxton reached out his hand.

Ember Wilson took out her eyebrow pencil and a piece of fragranced tissue and handed them to Jorge Saxton.

Jorge Saxton quickly took them, using the eyebrow pencil to swiftly write down a string of numbers on the tissue and chased after the three who had already gone outside.

"Young Master Saxton, wait for me! Wait a moment!"

Ember Wilson was hastily putting things back into her bag as she anxiously chased after Jorge Saxton.

Jorge Saxton pretended not to hear, quickly stepping outside to catch up with the three, blocking their path.

"What are you doing?" Lydia Brooke pressed her lips together, her fingers trembling slightly as she looked at Jorge Saxton who had suddenly caught up.

Has Jorge Saxton discovered something? It can’t be... it’s impossible... She’s hidden it so well, he couldn’t possibly find out!

Jorge Saxton suddenly catching up made Lydia Brooke’s whole heart leap into her throat!

Faced with Lydia Brooke’s overreactive response, Jorge Saxton’s fingers grew stiff, and his deep eyes shifted from Lydia to the boy standing aside, handing over the tissue with a casual tone, "Here’s my phone number. Whenever you’re ready to let me apologize, just contact me, I’m always available."

"No need, it’s not a big deal..." Lydia Brooke declined.

It’s best that Jorge Saxton and Derek have no chance to become acquainted; otherwise, the secret she’s tried so hard to hide will soon be revealed.

Just thinking about the consequences of things getting out made her uncontrollably anxious and scared.

Derek Brooke looked at Uncle Saxton who had caught up, then at his mother who was acting unusually, his thoughts fluttered. He reached out to take the tissue and replied calmly, "Alright, I’ll call you with my watch phone."

As Derek Brooke spoke, he lifted his left wrist to show Jorge Saxton the watch phone.

Hearing Derek Brooke’s response, Jorge Saxton, for some reason, smiled lightly, feeling somewhat warm, inexplicably warm.