It's Hard to Control My Naughty Wife!-Chapter 801: SHE IS MY DAUGHTER

"Shall we have breakfast? Can't you see there is a cute bunny cake here?" Misha then pointed at the tray containing Mika's breakfast and there was indeed a bunny- shaped sponge cake on it.

Misha had told the maids that Mika really liked rabbits, so they made this.

Mika glanced at the cake and stretched out her hand to reach for the cake.

Misha took the cake and handed it to Mika's small hands and watched her fondly as she ate the cake slowly.

"If you like rabbits, how about we buy a rabbit for you to look after?" Misha saw this as an opportunity for him to interact with Mika.

But then, Mika showed two fingers. "I want three," she said, munching on her sponge cake.

"Here are three." Misha fixed the fingers pointed by Mika. "Okay, we will buy three rabbits."

"Yes, three rabbits, father, mother and child," said Mika.

Her words sounded so innocent and meaningless, but somehow they stabbed Misha's heart.

Ugh… as it turned out, it was very difficult to take care of a child. It was very clear that Mika understood the concept of family, which you would have a father and mother. He wondered if Mika ever asked Kia about her father and what her answer would be? How could Kia do all this alone?

And with that, Misha managed to persuade Mika to eat. She finished her bunny sponge cake and half a bowl of porridge. After she drank the medicine, she fell back asleep.

She looked a little pale, but she looked much better.

Meanwhile, Misha chose to work from home these days.

It was just that, if Misha thought that he was free from trouble for a moment, he was very wrong, because that afternoon, his mother came to this residence that she had left for several years.

Ever since his father passed this position to Misha six years ago, the two of them had moved into a villa and spent every day as if they were on their nth honeymoon.

Which meant Candice's arrival was very sudden and Misha didn't expect it at all. Of course, if it was a normal day this wouldn't be a problem, but now that Mika was here, of course, there would be a lot of questions and Misha still wasn't ready to answer them all.

"Mother? Why are you here all of a sudden?" Misha said in a low voice, while kissing her cheek. He then glanced behind her and didn't find his father who was impossibly nosy. This was unusual, as normally his father wouldn't take his eyes off Candice for even a moment.

"Mommy needs some time away from your dad, we've been together for almost thirty years and he's still clinging to me," Candice said grumblingly, although if you looked deep into her eyes she liked it that way.

"What is it? I just wanted to stop by as usual and see if you're okay," Candice said as she sat casually in the living room. "It seems something has changed about this house. Have you changed the decor?" asked Candice as she surveyed the room.

"A little," said Misha. Of course, he had to change up the decor a bit and get rid of things that could be dangerous for children since Mika would be living here. "How about we have lunch together? It's been a long time since we've had lunch together, hasn't it?" said Candice, suggesting this.

However, Misha's eyes widened slightly when he heard that and Candice caught it and frowned.

"What is it? You don't like to eat with your mother now?" asked Candice as she smacked Misha lightly on the back. "Don't worry, mom will cook your favorite dishes. We haven't eaten together like this in a long time. You must miss mom's cooking, right?"

"Mom must be tired, how about we eat outside? I know a good restaurant," Misha said, holding his mother's arm carefully as he could feel that he didn't want Candice there.

Perhaps, this could be described as a mother's instinct. Candice could sense the reluctance Misha was showing and this made her frown in displeasure. "Misha? What is this? Don't you like the sight of your mother?"

"Of course not." Misha could easily make a poker face, but nothing could beat a mother's instinct and now Candice was on full alert.

"So what?" And right at that moment, Candice saw one of Mika's babysitters passing by the room. "Who's she? A babysitter?"

Of course, the babysitter's uniform was very conspicuous and this caught Candice's attention, she was not going to let this go.

"Wait a minute," Candice walked quickly out of the room and in the long corridor, she found the babysitter. "Stop right there."

Candice then approached the babysitter who looked confused, as she greeted herself very politely, but she didn't really care about that.

"What's this? Who is this lunch for?" Candice saw that the set up meal was very childish, even when Misha was still small, the set up meal was not like this. "Rabbits? Are there any small children in this house?"

"This is for Mika," the babysitter answered. She looked at Misha and his mother back and forth, afraid that she had said the wrong thing.

"Who is Mika?" asked Candice probingly as Misha approached from behind her.

"That… that is the little girl… Mr. Tordoff, yesterday…" the babysitter answered hesitantly, she then glanced timidly at Misha.

"Girl?" Candice repeated the word then turned around to face Misha who seemed indifferent. "Whose daughter have you brought home?" Candice frowned and narrowed her eyes, trying to study her son's expression.

At this point, Misha knew there was no other way but for him to come out with the truth, because after all, Candice wasn't going to stop there and she was going to want to get all the answers she could find.

If she was not satisfied, she would search for the answer herself.

"She is my daughter."