Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 182

She gently stroked Payne’s soft little cheek. “Payne, sweetheart, Mommy will come see you again tomorrow.”

Payne’s lips quivered, and he looked utterly forlorn, clinging to her as if he couldn’t bear to let go.

Louis scooped him up, rocking him gently to comfort him.

Seizing the moment, Aurora tugged Daniel out of the room.

In the corridor, she glanced at him. “Are you upset?”

Daniel was a bit jealous, though he refused to admit it. “Why would I be upset with a kid? But now that the test results are out, you really should have him call you by something else.”

He couldn’t help thinking—she wasn’t Payne’s real mother, so why should the boy call her ‘Mom’?

He slipped his arm around Aurora’s shoulders, leaning in close so his lips nearly brushed her ear. “One day, we’ll have our own child. We’ll hold their hands and walk together, just like that.”

Right then, he wanted nothing more than a child—a little one who was part him, part Aurora.

He imagined a healthy, beautiful baby.

If not for that accident, by now their child would already be kicking inside her belly.

A pang of regret twisted in Daniel’s heart.

But Aurora didn’t like to talk about having children. She quickly changed the subject. “Are you heading to the office or going home?”

Daniel checked his watch. “Come to the office with me.”

She shook her head. “Not today. I need to go home and take my meds.”

She never forgot about that.

His chest tightened. The way she always remembered her medicine—it proved she truly wanted to get better. But he knew the truth: she was only going through all this for Payne, while he was the one desperately hoping for a child.

“What is it?” Aurora noticed his silence and looked at him with concern.

He forced a smile. “Nothing. I’ll have the driver take you home.”

Even if he had to force her, he wanted her by his side.

When Aurora got back to North Manor, she took her medicine, then sat down at her laptop to search for information on leukemia surgeries.

She wanted to be fully prepared.

But the internet was a mess of conflicting advice. Some even claimed that surgery wasn’t a real cure, that there was always a risk of relapse.

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