Divorced, But Queen - Chapter 186: Chapter 186

The housekeeper, standing off to the side, barely glanced up.
If she remembered right, that bodyguard had only started a few days ago.
Passing on messages like that—he'd be out of a job soon enough.
Sighing, she peeked at her phone.
Kim was thirty-two and had never dated anyone.
Emma had always suspected something was off, and asked her to keep an eye out.
Kim could have a boyfriend if he wanted, but the guy had to be clean—no weird diseases.
The old-fashioned housekeeper lived in constant fear that one day Kim would bring home a man.
She never imagined he'd show up with a mother and daughter instead.
And that little girl? She just might be Kim's. Talk about making a splash.
Maisie's eyes lit up, a spark of excitement in her voice. "Mommy, is it Aria?"
Cloe nodded. "I think so."
She hadn't even finished sending her message before Kim tried to snatch the phone away, but Cloe had already managed to hit send. For years, she'd kept a low profile, always afraid of running into Kim. She knew him too well: if he ever found out about Maisie, he'd never let them go.
She'd planned to escape to Kanit City, but still couldn't avoid him.
Yet, he suddenly started digging into her life. 'Did he actually still care about me? No way. A heartless man like him couldn't care for anyone,' she thought.
Kim shot her a hard look. "You really think she can get you out of here?"
Cloe stared anxiously toward the door, sparing him a glance. "Kim, illegal detention is a crime. You'd better let us go while you still can."
The bodyguards, exchanging nervous glances, scratched their heads. "That lady out there's got skills, boss. She's about to break in."
No sooner had he spoken than a figure came crashing through the entryway, landing right in front of them. The bodyguard jumped. Peering outside, he saw his colleagues sprawled in all directions.
The woman—Aria—dusted off her coat and strode inside, not even out of breath.
Kim's tone was icy. "Useless. Get out!"
"Yes, sir." The bodyguard beat a hasty retreat, darting back in only to drag out his unconscious partner.
Maisie hopped off the sofa and ran straight into Aria's arms. "Aria!"
Aria knelt, scooping her up in one arm. "Did anyone hurt you?"
Maisie clung to her neck and shook her head. "No one hurt me, but that mean man said horrible things and made Mommy mad."
The little girl was almost certainly Kim's daughter.
And yet, the way she looked at him—so guarded, so unhappy—it left Kim with a strange tightness in his chest, a mix of frustration and regret.
If only he'd been there for Maisie from the start, maybe she wouldn't look at him like a stranger. He never should have believed Cloe back then.
Cloe now stood protectively beside Aria, holding Maisie's hand.
Aria fixed Kim with a cold stare. "Mr. Shaw, don't let this happen again. You have a family, too."
Kim rose, eyes dark as night, radiating cold. "Is that a threat?"
"Didn't you hear me the first time?"
If she were just the Saxon heiress, Kim would've brushed her off, but she wasn't.
He said, "Ms. Saxon, Maisie's my daughter. What law says I can't see my own child?"
Aria's voice was razor-sharp. "Your daughter? Got proof?"
Kim smirked. "You'll have it soon enough."
Aria snorted. "And if it's true? So what?"
He gave a cold, thin smile. "If my daughter doesn't stay with me, you want her to follow Cloe and marry into some random family?"