The Destiny of a Substitute Mother
Chapters. 23 Missing but unwilling to admit.

Half an hour later there was a roar of the vehicle engine entering the yard. The sound of a car door slamming then footsteps up the stairs that echoed all the way to Dee's room. The woman then raised her face, hurriedly rubbing her cheeks that were still wet with tears.

Dee had no idea why she felt so emotional and wanted to cry this time around. The door opened wide. In front of him was Kane standing in his black pajamas. His face was hardened with anger.

"Can you not make my son difficult because his mother won't eat anything?" ask Kane.

"I ... ." Dee's words came to a halt as Kane's hand grabbed him and pulled him out.

"I'll keep you eating."

Dee. "I don't want to eat!" dee said in a sulking tone.

"Why? Is it because you don't want to give birth to her?" accuse Kane of cruelty. The man quickly lifted Dee's body leading her into the dining room.

The waiter who was seen had prepared various dishes that Kane ordered before coming here. The waiter reported that Dee refused to eat so she came straight to the house from the apartment she had been living in for a few days.

Dee's stomach, suddenly began to nausea smell the pungent smell of food served. Kane can see Dee's facial water changes. The woman tightly closed her nose.

"Take the food away," Kane's orders led several other servants to help the master waiter get rid of the food.

Kane looked towards the warm milk that was on the table. "If you don't want to eat this warm milk, drink it" he said softly.

She had thought Dee was just trying to throw a tantrum because she didn't want to eat. Not to mention his frustration increased when he saw Dee getting a message from his friend if his lover would come back to this city. Dee's cell phone has been secretly hacked and he made his clone in one of his cellphones. So all the activities on Dee's phone he can know.

Kane handed the milk to Dee. Dee ran towards the sink, spewing out all of her entrails.

Kane who saw glued. The woman was indeed nauseous with everything that was served.

Mr. Jhon is approaching. Whisper something. "Maybe if you make it yourself, Miss, will. " Kane turned towards Mr. Jhon. "Pregnant women are difficult to guess, but the attention of the father of his prospective child can sometimes melt. Just try it, maybe your child wants you to prepare it."

Mr. Jhon then retreated and left the room. He was talking about project issues in the apartment with Kane when the man got a call if Dee refused to eat. Kane looked worried, just go straight to this residence.

Kane started walking towards the kitchen, looking for the chocolate milk Dee liked. He started reading how to make it. All this time, he was being served so he did not understand how to serve someone. Especially a pregnant woman.

Kane handed a glass of heat to Dee who was sitting on the chair.

"Have I told you that I don't want anything" Dee said sobbing. That somehow felt uncomfortable in Kane's heart. She doesn't like to see Dee cry.

"You think only of your baby, but you don't think of the mother who conceived him. At least act humane to me, do not always put forward your ego which only makes me feel depressed if you are close to you!"

Dee slaps Kane. She just needs the baby, not Dee. However, if so why would he care about everything Dee does?

"Drink, here. I made it myself. All my life I've never served someone let alone a woman, so try it first. If you don't like it, but try first, maybe this kid will drink milk made by his father," persuaded Kane to take a spoonful of milk from a cup and give it to Dee.

"Good boy," clapped Dee softly on Dee's head.

"What do you want to eat, let me prepare. Maybe we can eat out, find something you can eat. If cooking wasn't my talent and I never would."

Dee sighed. "I don't like stinging food" Dee said, playing her finger as she glanced at Kane.

Looks adorable, Kane thought. He just wants something but doesn't want to say it.

"How about bread or salad, but it's late, where there's a salad seller, if you want I'll have the waiter make it."

Kane got up, Dee's hand touched him, an electric shock occurred between the two. They look at each other. Dee quickly pulled his hand again.

"Don't it be night, they should go rest shouldn't we bother because of this little affair."

"Their work is to serve us. For what they I pay if only eat blind salary," Kane asserted.

"Humanizing humans will make you a better person. Like humans in general, they also need to be appreciated and understood. They need money because it works for you, if you do good to them, they will respect you and love you. Doing a little good will not do us any harm, but will make our degrees better in the eyes of people."

"The better you are, then you will be taken advantage of by many people. Not everyone is as thinking of you. If that were not the case, there would be no oppressed people and people starving and lacking. We become champions because we can beat a lot of people, we become rulers because we can prove that we are the strongest. Life has only two options, oppressive or oppressed. It's up to you to choose where."

"I had no choice because you were the one who bullied me!" Dee looked at Kane doubtfully. Afraid that his words would offend Kane because their relationship had only been good thirty minutes.

"Eat him next time don't be a weak man" Kane turned cold with a sharp glare.

"You who feel strong should protect the weak," Dee's reply left Kane speechless, snorting loudly.

Dee held back her smile as she rubbed her stomach. Inwardly said, "Dear Mom, don't listen to your father's words, yes. You have to be a better human being than him."

Kane stood up and pulled Dee's hand. The face of the young woman looked scared.

"I won't force you now, just take you out looking for the food you want."

"But it's night" Dee said.

"Pressed not to, buy outside not to, then what do you want? Women are always just annoying. The world will be quiet without any women."

Dee's eyes flushed back.

"If you don't want to be bothered don't mind me, just leave me here alone. I've gotten used to living independently from childhood without the help of others."