Queen Mommy's Six Genius Babies Found the CEO Daddy-Chapter 190: Forgotten

LA Cemetery

"Your mother’s greatest worry before she died was you. If I had been by her side back then, everything would’ve turned out differently."

"Uncle Gordon, it’s not your fault. I heard it with my own ears—Andrew was the one who harmed my mom. I still can’t believe it. Even though Susan mistreated her, Andrew was the first person to discover what she went through. How could he possibly be the one to hurt her? Gordon... it’s all in the past now. You were right—we shouldn’t stay stuck in the past."

Marcus let out a soft laugh. "I told you that, yet somehow you’re the one repeating it back to me? I understand every bit of it, but you don’t. The person I worry about the most... is you. Sophia, I didn’t want you to return to this country. But you did. You’re with Lucas, you’re handling everything on your own, and you still refuse to tell me the full truth. I can help you, Sophia. I’ve always treated you like my own daughter. You need to learn to truly rely on me."

Sophia shrugged lightly. "Uncle Gordon, I’m not a kid anymore. I’m past the age of playing around. When everyone else was playing, I already had my dream. I became Luna, a well-known designer. I came back through my own hard work. I’m satisfied with what I have."

She had been gifted from a young age. To keep Olivia from feeling threatened, her mother never allowed her to reveal her talent. She didn’t understand it then—but now she realized how naïve she had been.

"Sophia," Marcus said softly, "no matter how old you get, in my eyes, you’ll always be a child."

His gaze shifted to the tombstone, and he smiled faintly. "Your mother knew it too. You were always the child she loved the most."

Sophia looked up at him—only to notice the strands of gray in his hair. Her nose stung.

"Uncle Gordon... you tell me to let go. But have you let go? You said we shouldn’t live in the past, yet here you are. You’re in your forties. Uncle Gordon, you should think about your own future too."

"At my age, what future is there to think about? I have no regrets in this life."

He looked at her deeply. "You look so much like your mother. Sometimes, when I look at you, I see her shadow. It’s not that I’m being sentimental—I really haven’t met anyone who ever made my heart stir again. Maybe... when she died, she took that part of me with her."

"Uncle Gordon..."

"I don’t regret anything, Sophia. And I certainly don’t regret loving your mother. Even if we couldn’t be together in this lifetime, I believe we’ll meet again in the next. As for Andrew... I can already guess how things will unfold. I trust you. So I won’t interfere."

Marcus sighed long and deep. "The weather’s nice today. I’m in a good mood. Come on, let’s head down."

He said he wanted to leave, yet his eyes stayed rooted on the smiling woman in the photo—radiant, beautiful.

"Uncle Gordon... don’t wait for my mom anymore."

"Silly girl, what are you talking about? Come on, let’s go. I’ll buy you some candied hawthorns later."

Sophia nearly lost her composure.

When she was little, every time she saw Marcus, he brought candied hawthorns. Many years passed without contact, yet every time they reunited, he still brought them.

What she remembered most deeply was the day she gave birth to six babies—when she barely made it back from the gates of hell—Marcus had placed a candied hawthorn skewer in her hand.

There were six fruits on it.

"Be good, don’t cry. You’re a grown woman now. Chin up, shoulders back, walk forward. Otherwise your crown will fall—and that wouldn’t look good."

"Uncle Gordon..."

"All right, all right. I’ll stop teasing you."

Marcus chuckled softly, and the two of them walked away from the cemetery.

But just as they left, a woman appeared before the tombstone.

She stared at the photo—her gaze complicated, filled with sorrow... and guilt.

At six in the evening, Sophia waved goodbye.

Behind her, the six kids clutched the teddy-bear backpacks Marcus had given them, waving pitifully.

"Grandpa Gordon, you have to visit us often!"

"All right. Angela, remember to listen to your mommy."

Angela nodded obediently.

Billy stepped forward. "Grandpa Gordon, drink more goji-red-date tea. It’s good for your health."

"I’ll remember that."

Then Charles came up, his eyes blinking as tears welled up. "Grandpa Gordon, next time I want the candy you always buy. Don’t forget again."

The gloomy atmosphere instantly vanished.

Marcus couldn’t help laughing.

Dustin and Eric waved quickly. "Goodbye, Grandpa Gordon! Take care!"

"Grandpa Gordon!"

Faye ran over with her lollipop and stuffed it into his hand. "Grandpa Gordon, you have to buy me lots and lots next time!"

Marcus nodded, kissed her cheek, and said, "Be good and listen to your mommy. If anything happens... tell me quietly."

Faye bobbed her head. "Bye-bye, Grandpa Gordon!"

Marcus’s figure slowly disappeared into the distance.

Sophia’s fingers tightened slightly.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something... but the words stuck in her throat.

Next time. Next time she’d be able to say it.

"Sophia, he’ll come back. Don’t be sad."

"I’m not sad. Just emotional. Uncle Gordon’s family and friends are all here in the country, but because he promised my mom, he went to YL. He even left the company he’d just founded. He loved her so deeply... yet they never got a good ending. Sometimes I think my mom must’ve done countless good deeds in her past life to meet someone like him."

"No one can predict matters of the heart. Like me—just a few months ago, I suddenly found out that a certain bold woman actually stole my child. Six of them."

Sophia rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. I wrote you an IOU, clear as day. You saw exactly how much I owed you. And now it’s buy-one-get-six, and you still think you’re losing out?"

"How could I? If I could, I’d gladly take buy-one-get-ten."

Lucas laced his fingers through hers as they walked out, bickering playfully the whole way.

Behind them, the six kids held hands, staring at each other.

Faye sighed. "Sis, brothers... when will Daddy and Mommy realize they forgot we exist?"

The two adults were walking pretty fast—clearly forgetting they’d brought six children with them.

Charles nodded seriously. "Faye, you know the saying: pregnancy brain lasts three years. We’re sextuplets—that’s eighteen years! Don’t worry. This is only the beginning. Mommy probably has delayed pregnancy-brain."

"Charles."

Angela’s side-eye shut him up instantly.

But the moment they stepped out of the airport, they froze.

The car in front of them—was gone.

"Angela... what do we do?"

Angela scratched her head, tapped her smartwatch, and made a call.

Sophia answered.

"Hello?"

"Mommy, are you stupid? You forgot something."

Sophia blinked. "Angela? Forgot something?"

"Mommy, who did you come here with?"

"I came with your daddy and with you guys to—"

Her voice stopped mid-sentence.

She slowly turned around.

"Oh no! Lucas—turn around! The kids!"