Chapter 109: What kind of delusion

Hana covered her mouth after hearing Sean’s words. Had she just said something wrong?

Marry their three fathers? Take the children to school together with their fathers? Even if those three men truly had nothing to do with her parents’ deaths, Hana wouldn’t dare imagine things going that far.

What kind of delusion-inducing medicine had she been taking?

"Alright, let’s go home now. Don’t talk about that anymore. Mother is starting to look a little... ridiculous, you know?" she said.

The three of them stared at Hana for a few moments. Their round eyes blinked several times before they finally nodded.

Hana led them down the hallway and hurried toward the exit. At one corner, one of Ghani’s subordinates greeted her with a respectful nod.

"Madam, is everything settled?" he asked.

Hana nodded stiffly. She still wasn’t used to being treated with such respect.

The man returned her nod. "Please follow me. I’m a subordinate of the Deputy Head of the Supervisory Council, assigned to oversee the residence where you’ll be staying."

They took the elevator to the ground floor before getting into a car. Behind their vehicle, around ten other cars followed them.

Hana clasped her fingers nervously. "Are this many people really necessary to watch over me?"

"Of course. You’re the key to this case and the only person directly connected to it, which involves the rulers of the Melvin Continent," the man replied. "And this is only part of the security detail. The other officers are already waiting at the residence where you’ll be staying."

Sean, Kevin, and Zahn glared at Ghani’s subordinate before turning to Hana.

"Mother, don’t panic. We’re here with you," they said almost simultaneously.

Hana looked at all three of them, then nodded with a smile.

Two hours later, their car arrived at a luxurious residence consisting of several sturdy buildings, each five stories tall.

Hana looked at Ghani’s subordinate as they got out.

"Is this really a residence? Not a residential complex?" she asked.

The man smiled as he handed the car keys to one of the servants.

"This is Mr. Orland Hesh’s residence. The Deputy Head of the Supervisory Council chose this place because it’s the closest to the Supervisory Council building."

Not long afterward, the head butler came out of the main building.

"Madam," he greeted her warmly.

He examined Hana’s three children one by one. However, his gaze stopped on Kevin. The boy looked remarkably like Orland when he was young. His eyes immediately welled up, but he quickly wiped them away.

The Hesh family had initially thought their master would never have any descendants. Who would have thought that the family’s heir was now already five years old and standing right in front of him?

The head butler bowed slightly to Ghani’s subordinate before turning back to Hana.

"Madam, please follow me. I’ll show you and the Young Masters to your rooms."

Hana nodded and followed him through the residence.

"Madam, this is the master bedroom. Starting today, you’ll be staying here with the master," the head butler explained warmly as he opened the door.

Hana entered the spacious room, which was furnished with luxurious and elegant furniture. However, her attention immediately fell on a large photograph hanging on the wall. In it, she and Orland were wearing wedding attire.

Hana immediately turned to the head butler.

"That photograph?" she asked, pointing toward the wall.

The head butler nodded.

"This is your and the master’s bedroom, Madam. The photograph was taken seven years ago."

Hana was stunned. Her head felt as though it were about to explode after hearing that explanation.

"Madam, before you disappeared, your wedding to the master was actually about to take place. However, the rulers of the southern and western territories joined forces and kidnapped you from the master’s hands. As a result, the wedding was canceled before it could even begin."

Kevin, who was standing beside Hana, was equally shocked.

"Father really intended to marry Mother back then?" he asked.

The head butler lowered his head to look at the little Young Master.

"You’re not joking, are you?" Kevin continued.

"We even have a video of the wedding ceremony just before it was about to take place. If you don’t believe me, Young Master, I can show it to you."

Sean and Zahn, who were standing beside Hana, exchanged glances before looking back at their mother.

"Mother, you have to wear an outfit like that when you marry my father too," Zahn said.

Sean blinked, then nodded in agreement.

The head butler merely furrowed his brows without commenting. His master had already explained many things about the madam who had finally returned to them. As long as Orland cherished Hana and the Young Masters accepted the situation, the servants would support their madam’s decisions.

Hana swallowed.

"So, in the past, I really was in a relationship with Orland Hesh? How is that possible? And another thing, do you know—"

The head butler immediately shook his head, stopping her question.

"Madam, we servants of the Hesh family have no right to discuss that matter any further. However, you can trust the master. He truly cares for you and would never do anything bad just to get what he wants."

Hana looked around the room. There were so many belongings that seemed to have been prepared specifically for a woman.

She then turned around and approached the head butler again.

"If I’m sleeping in this room, what about your master?"

"Of course, you’ll be staying in this room with the master. Didn’t the two of you sleep in the same room before?"

Hana immediately jerked her head back. Her lips parted slightly in shock.

"Me?" She pointed at herself. "I’m not even married to your master yet. How could I possibly sleep with him? I can’t!"

"Madam—"

"Just give me another, smaller room. Even a room for the Hesh family’s servants would be fine," Hana refused hurriedly. "I absolutely cannot share a bedroom with a stranger."

The head butler looked at her in confusion.

"Madam, don’t you already have children with the master? They’re even this grown now. How can you refuse to share a room with him just because you’ve forgotten your past?"