Seriously, How Did He Win My Heart
Chapter 823 Given Love

"I'll make it clear. I will not give up custody of the child."

Maisie didn't bother to guess what Ezra was thinking and expressed her attitude first.

"Of course, you can come to visit the child. I won't stop it."

Maisie was not an unreasonable person. She never wanted to tell Ezra the child, never wanted to use the child to blackmail Ezra anything, but now that he knew it, she would not stop him from exercising his right to be a father.

"You are telling me now?"

Ezra was a little aggressive. "What about those days when I'm absent to be a father?"

Maisie was a little surprised by Ezra's questioning.

What did he mean?

Blame her for not telling him about the child?

But Ezra was the one who didn't want this kid in the first place!

Maisie was so upset about the situation that she asked again, "What do you want?"

Since she had a child, Maisie felt her life couldn't stand any storm.

She just wanted to live a stable and simple life.

The simpler, the better.

The simpler, the more secure.

The presence of Ezra disrupted all her serenity. She didn't want to dawdle around here.

Since Maisie was straightforward, Ezra said directly, "The child needs to live under my nose."

Maisie sneered, "You were the one who didn't want this kid. And you are now here asking for everything you want. Mr. Cantillo, who do you think you are?"

Ezra was not annoyed by her offensive words, "I'll feel much more relieved in that way."

"Do you know how important this child is to that old man in my family? Do you know how deadly it is to that witch Diana?"

Ezra's words got Maisie's tongue.

Of course, she did know that.

Roman favored boys over girls to the extreme. He was terminally ill now. He must be extremely eager to have his grandson, the successor of the Cantillo family back.

Diana was desperate to help her two daughters fight for the right to inherit the Cantillo family. She hated her appearance of Ezra. Now that Ezra had a son, she might try different ways to kill the child. Maisie looked pale at the thought of this.

Ezra was a little distressed to see her like this.

He could feel that the child was all she had and that if something happened to the child, she would go crazy.

He couldn't help slowing down and said earnestly, "Let me protect this child, Maisie."

"I will take my son abroad."

Maisie did not accept his proposal, but said decisively, "I will quit my job. After everything is settled, I will leave here with the kid to some place where no one knows us." Ezra opened his mouth in disbelief.

"You would rather give up everything you have, career, fame, and status than let me protect our child?"

Maisie was now the manager of the branch of the Hughes Group. It was such a perfect job. For a girl from a poor family, she was a great success.

But now she was willing to give up everything just to make a clean break with him. That was so crazy.

"Giving birth to him means that I have the ability to protect him. I won't bother Mr. Cantillo."

With that, Maisie stood up and made a gesture of seeing off the guest.

Maisie thought Ezra's idea was ridiculous and she couldn't accept it.

How could the child live under his nose?

Maisie couldn't live without her child. Did Ezra mean that he would move here?

Or she would move to his place with the child?

Hearing her words, the once patient Ezra began to feel angry.

"Maisie!"

He grabbed Maisie by the wrist and pulled her in front of him.

Maisie could tell his anger from his face.

"Easy," she said calmly. "I just don't want you to wrong yourself for the child."

"And I don't want you to live with a woman you don't like because of the child."

Hearing her words, Ezra slightly opened his mouth, unable to make a single sound.

It seemed that the words that reached her in the hospital last time caused indelible harm to her.

"Those words..."

Ezra tried to explain something, but Maisie had wrenched her wrist out of his hand and turned to leave.

Ezra finally exploded and pressed Maisie on the wall. He clenched his teeth and said, "You think they won't replace you if you hide abroad?" "My mother and I once lived abroad. You know that, right?"

"My mother had no family and no worries here. What about you?"

"David still lives and works in here, right under their noses. If you leave, I can imagine what they would do to David to make you show up." The wall in Maisie's heart collapsed. She felt weak in both of her legs.

The child and David were very important people in her life.

She had just been preoccupied with leaving with her child, forgetting that those vicious people would do something to David.

Ezra approached her and said in a slightly mocking tone, "Maisie, I didn't expect you to be such a coward. You only know to escape." Maisie titled her head, clasping her hands.

What could she do if she didn't run away? Living with Ezra?

No, absolutely not.

Her dignity did not allow her to do so, and she did not accept Ezra to be with her by giving in for the sake of the child.

She didn't want to be given love.

The two were so close at the moment that Ezra felt his breathing become difficult. He looked at the woman's delicate eyebrows and murmured, "Maisie, let's get married."

"And we can take the child back to the old thing. He won't be a time bomb for us then."

Maisie looked at him in shock, but the next moment sarcasm showed up in her eyes, "I refuse."

Ezra wanted to say something else, but Maisie had already pushed him away with a gloomy expression, "Mr. Cantillo, you may go now."

"I will think about the future of the child."

Her attitude was so cold that Ezra could only compromise temporarily. Forcing her would only make everything become worse.

"I'll be in Grafstin these days. Call me if you need anything."

Making a pause, he then added, "I still use the same phone number."

With that, he turned and left. The moment the door was closed, Maisie's eyes turned red.

Maisie thought firmly that she didn't want to be given love. But the next second, he offered such an absurd idea and gave his love to her generously. She was a human. She had feelings. She would hurt.

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