A Vengeful Ex-Wife

Chapter 485 A Black Aborigine

It was a rare chance for James to be alone with Coy, so he cherished this opportunity to grow closer with him. After leaving the African prairie, he took the boy to a local tribe nearby, and bought some food and supplies for the children living in the slums.

They stayed there for the night, and watched an open-air movie night using only a piece of film cloth and a projector.

By the time Maria received a video call from James, it was already seven in the evening in H City, but it was only two in the afternoon in Africa.

Coy's brown head appeared on the screen. When he saw that it was Maria on the screen, he grinned at her. "Mommy! Bob!"

Upon seeing his son, Maria burst into laughter. "My dear, why are you so tanned?"

"That's because we've been staying at the African prairie all this time," James said.

Nestling into Maria's arms, Bob asked, "Coy, is it fun there?"

"It is! Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

I saw lions, tigers, and beautiful butterflies,"

Coy lisped.

"Wow! Next time, I'll go there, too. Will you go with me, Coy?" said Bob.

A smug look appeared on Coy's face. "Okay. We slept in a tent and ride planes and helicopters. I did have to eat grass, though."

"Those aren't grass! They're leaves from the monkey bread tree," James cut in again.

Bob contemplated for a moment before he said, "Daddy, eating leaves are terrible, too."

"There aren't any vegetables there, and we can only eat the leaves instead."

"I see!" replied Bob.

"Mommy," said Coy. "I think I'm becoming stinky. The water here is very precious because it's so dry!"

Maria raised her eyebrows. "Your father is a neat freak, but he hasn't complained yet."

"You just don't know that he's always grumpy every evening, and he doesn't even let me talk to him. And that's because he can't take a shower!" His father didn't have to tell him anything for him to figure out why he was being grumpy.

Maria was amused by her son's childish complaint.

James' face turned grim. "Let's go. I'll take you to the river to take a bath."

"Wait, no! I'm worried that there might be crocodiles. I don't want to go, Daddy!" Coy held the phone and shook his head repeatedly.

"I know a place where there aren't any beasts that could attack us." Before Coy could refuse, James carried him on his shoulder and turned off the video call.

After a few days of observation, he finally found a section of the river where there were no crocodiles around. They could take a quick bath there.

James put away his phone, carried his son with one hand, and picked up a dagger with the other to protect them. Slowly, they made their way towards the river.

Just as he mentioned before, they found a section of the river where they could take a quick bath. It was relatively safe, except for the appearance of a snake.

On their eighth day in Africa, Coy finally saw a real building, which even had a swimming pool inside.

"Daddy, you're finally willing to take me to a hotel," said Coy. He was dying to sleep in bed.

"Weren't you the one who wanted to stay in a tent?" This place was far from the prairie, and it would take several hours to go back and forth. Pitching a tent on the prairie was much more convenient.

Coy didn't know how to refute his father's solid reasoning. "Fine. I won't argue with you anymore."

James was left speechless.

At this point, he was starting to feel that this boy really needed to be punished.

"Just go to the bathroom and take a shower. Later this afternoon, we'll have tea."

"But, Daddy, I want to swim," Coy complained.

"I won't stop you even if you live in the pool after we have tea," said James.

After glancing at the large swimming pool, Coy reluctantly agreed. "Okay!"

Every year, the temperature in this continent was around twenty to thirty degrees Celsius. They didn't have to worry about catching a cold. While James was taking a quick shower, he allowed Coy to play. Afterwards, he began bathing the boy.

For the course of their entire trip, he had been looking after him by himself.

Coy wasn't the only one he had been caring for all this time. Back when Maria and Coy were still in the nunnery, he had been looking after Bob.

James was trying to make up for everything he never did for Arthur. After all, he had once been an unqualified father.

After their afternoon tea, they passed by a coffee plantation. Standing outside, James told Coy, "Your mother would love this place."

Maria loved coffee.

Coy nodded. "I miss Maria."

Glancing at the boy, James said, "If you call her Maria again, I'm going to leave you in Africa."

Coy held onto his father's leg and looked straight into his eyes. "Daddy, you're the most handsome man on the planet, and Mommy is the most beautiful!"

"Don't think you can get out of this by flattering me!"

"What are you talking about, Daddy? I'm not trying to flatter you,"

Coy said. James said nothing more.

Fifteen days later, they finally flew back home. If it hadn't been for Cooper, things would've been very difficult for James to stay out for so long.

The moment Maria saw her son, she was stunned. Coy, who used to be bald and of fair complexion, had turned into a black aborigine.

Adjusting her mood, she said, "Ah! Who are you? Where did you come from?"

"Mommy, it's me! Your son." Coy took it seriously, thinking that Maria didn't recognize him.

"Is that so? But I don't have a black son. You're an African boy. What's your name?"

At this point, Coy grew agitated. "Mommy, it's me, Coy. Have you forgotten who I am?"

Stifling her laughter, Maria replied, "Really? Then why do I not recognize you?"

"You and James have two sons, remember?" Coy couldn't believe his ears.

"Really? Then why do I only remember Arthur and Bob?" Maria was no longer burdened by Arthur's death, and she had told her two sons about him already.

She told them that they had an elder brother who had gone far away to find his other parents.

Judging by the look on Coy's face, he was about to break into tears. "No, you have three sons!"

Worried that the boy would cry, Maria held him in her arms and kissed his cheek. "My dear, I was just kidding. Don't cry!"

"Mommy, you are so bad!"

James patted Coy's back and said, "Get off!"

"Why do you want me to get off?"

The boy was confused about his father's reaction.

"My wife has grown tired because of you," he replied.

Maria didn't know what to say. Her son was only thirty pounds or less. Why would she be tired of carrying him?

"Then you can carry me instead!" Coy stretched out his arms to his father.

After carrying him, James threw him onto the sofa.

The little boy was left speechless. He felt like he wasn't James' biological son.

In the evening, Maria coaxed Bob and Coy to sleep before taking a shower. Since James hadn't come home yet, she asked a maid to look after the kids for her.

Once she was done with her milk bath and skin care routine, Maria came out of the bathroom.

And when she opened the door, she ran into James on the corridor.

Maria was wearing pajamas, her hair was hung loose and giving off a fragrant smell.

James pulled her into his arms, burying his face in her neck and taking a whiff of her scent. "Honey, why do you smell so good?"

The scent of alcohol coming from his body wafted into her nose. "Go take a shower," said Maria.