Your Love Is My Weapon

Chapter 302

Deputy pushed Cullen to the door with the file bag in his hand. Nanny Joy looked back at Arya and

asked for her opinion.

Arya put down the bowl in her hand, walked over, and said, "Let him in."

She knew what she should do.

She heard Xavier and Cullen talk in the room last time.

Cullen looked up and down at Arya.

She did look a little like Danielle.

But he sighed slightly at her outfit.

She heard about it and asked Deputy to make a thorough investigation.

He never expected Harriet to have gone so far.

But it was not strange when he thought that she was so scheming that she could impersonate Arya.

He didn't want to punish Harriet anymore. Although she was vicious, Harriet did make him happy at

first. Now she had received due punishment.

Besides, he should be lenient.

Cullen hinted at Deputy to give it to Arya. He was so excited and anxious that he didn't know how to

explain it.

Deputy handed the file bag to Arya with both hands.

Arya looked up at Deputy who lowered his head and reached out to take the file bag.

Xavier provided Arya's blood to Cullen. He didn't draw her blood. Of course, Xavier would not allow

drawing her blood for the test. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

He couldn't bear to hurt her at all, especially when she was in the deepest sorrow.

Edward cleaned her scratch in her hand and blood was taken at that time.

Arya lowered her head slightly. Ignoring a long list of technical terms, she directly fixed her eyes on the

final result.

"It's my son who did the test with you." Cullen looked at Arya, his voice thick and hoarse. "Do you

understand?"

Arya was tightly gripping the paper. She had thought of this result because Richard had said that her

mother died for love.

She had already prepared herself for Cullen's arrival. But now she still didn't know how to face it. She

didn't know whether it was joy or contradiction. The mixed feelings welled up in her mind.

Cullen knew that for a moment, she might not be able to abruptly accept him as her family member.

Moreover, she was having a difficult time. He was willing to give her more time to calm down.

He reached out his hand to Arya. His palm furrowed, weathered, and crumpled like old bark. This was

a testament to time.

Arya looked at him. She hesitated for a moment, then slowly raised her hand, and put it into his palm.

His palm was not soft, and it was very rough. But it was extremely warm. When Cullen held her hand,

the warmth passed through her hand to the whole body.

At this moment, a lump came into her throat.

"I'm staying in this hotel, room 902. Can you come to me when you calm down?" His voice was a little

vicissitude but gentle.

His voice was gentle. Perhaps he was a fierce and decisive officer when he was young, but at this

moment, he was an old man.

He was also yearning for family and warmth.

His eyes were not as bright as when he was young, and they were already covered with a layer of

haze.

Arya nodded gently.

Cullen relaxed and smiled, which deepened his wrinkles.

"Good." Cullen was so happy that he suddenly coughed.

Deputy quickly smoothed his back as if he was used to his old disease. Deputy handled it well. When

Cullen eased some of his symptoms, Deputy bent over and whispered in his ear, "You should take your

medicine. Let's go back first."

Cullen waved his hand and refused, "I'm fine. I'm fine. What are you fussing about?"

He still wanted to talk to Arya.

Deputy was helpless. He had never been willful before. How could he care less about his own health

after finding his real granddaughter?

Deputy looked at Arya helplessly. She was Cullen's only family member. Cullen would definitely listen

to her advice.

Arya compressed her lips and tried to persuade him, but she didn't call him grandpa.

Now she still couldn't call him grandpa.

She needed some time.

Cullen said, "Okay, okay, but you have to come to me."

Arya said, "Okay, I will."

Only then was Cullen willing to leave. Deputy nodded at Arya to show his respect.

Arya got up and sent them out. After they left, Arya closed the door and walked in.

Nanny Joy walked over and said, "The dishes are cold. I'll heat them for you."

Arya shook her head. She didn't want to eat, and now she had no appetite.

Nanny Joy sighed. Pregnant women shouldn't be worried and sad all the time. It would do harm to her

health if she didn't eat anything.

Even if she could bear it, what about the baby in her stomach?

She didn't care about her health. But at least she should think of her baby.

"I'll heat them for you." Nanny Joy carried the food to the kitchen.

Arya stood in the living room, looking weak and lonely. She looked at Nanny Joy and called, "Nanny

Joy."

Nanny Joy turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

Arya was silent for a moment and then she continued, "What do you think if someone suddenly stood

up and said he was your family member even though you had always thought you were alone in this

world?"

Nanny Joy thought for a while but still couldn't answer Arya's question.

She had never experienced it before, so she didn't know the feeling.

"I should be happy," Nanny Joy said.

Arya turned around and walked into the room. She was sitting on the balcony and thinking that Nanny

Joy might be right. She should be happy because she had a family member.

Her head leaned against the glass window, and the light from outside was very warm on her body. Arya

closed her eyes to enjoy it.

As soon as Xavier came back, Nanny Joy told him that a guest had visited her, "It's the old man in the

wheelchair who came here last time."

Xavier took off his black suit jacket and threw it on the sofa. He accidentally saw what was on the table.

He bent over and picked it up, unbuttoning his shirt as he looked. When he saw the result, his fingers

paused slightly.

His eyes darkened and he asked in a low voice, "Where is she?"

Speaking of Arya, Nanny Joy felt helpless and said, "She didn't eat much today. She was locking

herself in the room."

Xavier snorted.

Who was she tormenting?

He walked over and pushed open the door of the room. At first glance, he saw her leaning against the

balcony with her eyes closed.

Xavier didn't walk carelessly and slightly as usual. He was not afraid of disturbing her.

Instead, he deliberately stamped his feet heavily.

Arya's eyelashes fluttered slightly. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Xavier's gloomy face.

She frowned and said, "What's wrong with you?"

What was wrong with him?

Xavier looked down at her as if he was making a sound from his chest. He said, "Tell me, how long will

you be like this?"