One night stand with my president (chapter 673)

 

Chapter 673: I Want to Be His Mother

As it turned out, during their investigation into Monica’s murder, the police had visited her former residence. There, they discovered a hidden diary.

The diary was written by Monica.

Back then, when Monica gave birth, her baby was stillborn.

At the same hospital, another woman had also delivered a mixed-race baby—a boy.

This other woman had no family with her. After giving birth, her body remained weak, and she spent most of each day asleep.

But she loved her child deeply. Whenever she was awake, she would hold him, play with him, and whisper softly to him.

Monica watched all of this, and a fierce jealousy kindled within her.

Why?

Why should her child be born dead, while someone else’s got to live?

So, one day, when the other mother was asleep and the nurses and doctors were away, Monica stole the child.

The hospital where she gave birth was in a remote location, small in scale, with lax oversight of the infants. So she managed to slip out with the baby with no problem.

After taking the child, she often thought about abandoning him.

He wasn’t hers. Why keep him?

Stealing him in the first place was just out of spite—she couldn’t stand seeing that other woman happy.

Besides, the child was seriously ill. He was nothing but a burden!

But gradually, her mental illness began to take hold.

Sometimes, she would convince herself that the child was her own flesh and blood.

In her lucid moments, she’d abandon him. But soon after, an episode would hit, and she’d go retrieve him again.

She even named him Pharrell.

Later, Powell’s people approached her.

By then, her mind was fractured.

She genuinely believed Pharrell was her biological son.

So when Powell’s men threatened her using Pharrell, she panicked.

Then, they told her to take Pharrell to the Mendoza family and claim the child was hers and the Mendoza eldest son’s—to infiltrate the family that way.

She was overjoyed.

She never thought she’d get a chance to be the young mistress of the Mendoza family!

Sure, in the end, she’d have to help them bring down the Mendozas, but that was fine. Even if it was only for a short while, being Mrs. Mendoza would be worth it. She could always flee with a fortune at the last minute.

What followed was much as the doctor had earlier speculated.

Unwilling to confront her own despicable nature, she constantly deceived herself into believing she was doing it all for the child. She convinced herself Pharrell was her biological son, not stolen. She told herself she had no choice—she’d do anything for her child…

Slowly, she actually fooled herself.

She genuinely believed she had deceived the Mendozas for Pharrell’s sake, that she wanted Connie gone from Alberto Mendoza’s life for him.

She even fantasized that Powell held her family hostage, which was why she couldn’t tell the Mendozas the truth.

In reality, it was all to satisfy her own selfish desires.

Occasionally, she had fleeting moments of clarity.

Perhaps some deep part of her still struggled, refusing to forget who she truly was.

During those moments, she would write in her diary and hide it in her old residence.

The diary ended there.

But what happened next wasn’t hard to imagine.

Just as the doctor had speculated: sensing danger, her mind snapped under the pressure. She suddenly snapped back to reality and realized—she didn’t love Pharrell. He wasn’t her child.

That’s why she could use him to threaten Adeline without hesitation.

Once the Mendozas learned the full story, they immediately set out to find Pharrell’s biological mother.

They contacted the hospital where both Monica and Pharrell’s real mother had given birth.

What they found was heartbreaking.

After Monica stole the child, Pharrell’s birth mother suffered a devastating blow. Already weak, she fell gravely ill and passed away within days.

According to hospital nurses, until her final moments, she kept murmuring, “My baby.”

The hospital could never locate her family. Out of compassion, they paid to have her buried in a public cemetery.

Using hospital records, the Mendozas traced her remaining relatives—only to learn that her parents, husband, and close kin had all passed away. Only a few distant relatives, with whom she’d had no contact, remained.

Learning all this, Gracie Mendoza held Pharrell close, tears streaming down her face.

“Our little Pharrell… he’s suffered so much… I’d hoped to find his birth parents, but instead…”

Adeline’s eyes reddened too.

“We were careless. We should’ve done a paternity test between Monica and Pharrell from the start.”

“At the time, it was impossible,” Connie said, shaking her head ruefully. “Monica shows up with Pharrell, claims he’s Alberto’s—naturally, everyone’s first thought is to test Alberto and the child. Who would imagine the woman holding the baby isn’t even the real mother?”

She gazed at Pharrell’s tiny face, her eyes softening with tenderness.

Now, this child had no one in the world to rely on.

And he was seriously ill.

But since fate had brought him to the Mendoza family, into her life… perhaps this was destiny.

Connie finally made up her mind.

Taking a deep breath, she said, “Auntie, Qingli… I have an idea.”

At her words, both Gracie and Adeline turned to look at her.

“I want to formally adopt Pharrell,” Connie stated. “I want to be his mother.”

“This…” Gracie’s eyes widened in surprise. “Dear child, have you really thought this through? This isn’t a decision to make lightly.”

“I know.” Connie’s voice was steady. “I’ve thought it through—that’s why I’m telling you. Auntie, I understand what you mean. Adopting a child isn’t just paperwork. I’d be taking on a mother’s responsibility. I’ve considered all of that. If I decide to adopt Pharrell, from then on, he’ll be my own son. Of course, Alberto and I will likely have children of our own someday, but no matter what, I’ll love Pharrell as my own.”

Gracie was deeply moved. She handed Pharrell to Adeline, then took Connie’s hands in hers.

“Dear child, I’ve always known you had a kind heart. If Pharrell ends up with you as his mother, he’ll be truly blessed. But… I hate to see you sacrifice…”

“Auntie, it’s no sacrifice.” Connie smiled. “If I felt it was, why would I even suggest it?”

She could have simply looked the other way.

No one would have forced her to raise Pharrell.

But she brought it up herself.

Because this was something she wanted to do.