Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband Chapter 1607: Tossed Aside When You’re Bored of Me

Morgan Ashworth is here?

He must have received her lawyer’s letter, storming in to fight her for their son.

"Wow Mommy, is Daddy here?" The little boy’s eyes lit up.

Willow Crawford didn’t want her son to know that his Mommy and Daddy were starting a custody battle over him, so she gently coaxed, "Yes, Joy, your Daddy is here. How about this: you play for a while, and Mommy will go out to see your Daddy."

"Okay." The little boy nodded in agreement.

Willow looked at Prince Carson, "Prince Carson, I have a distinguished guest arriving. Please sit for a while, I’ll be right back."

...

Morgan Ashworth stood outside the door, having noticed a royal luxury car parked on the lawn when he arrived. This type of car is usually driven by a prince.

He pressed his thin lips tightly. Is Willow Crawford expecting a guest today?

Wonder which country’s prince came to see her.

Just then, Willow came out, "Hello, President Ashworth."

Morgan Ashworth looked at Willow, furrowing his brow, "Where’s my son?"

"Joy is inside. You can see him. I won’t prevent the father and son from meeting, but we must clarify things first."

"Clarify what?"

"President Ashworth, you’ve received my lawyer’s letter, right? I want custody of Joy."

Morgan Ashworth snorted coldly, "In your dreams."

Willow didn’t bother arguing with him, "The custody of Joy isn’t up to you or me; we need to listen to the court’s decision. But during this custody battle, I don’t want Joy to be hurt, so please, President Ashworth, do not disclose anything about the lawsuit in front of Joy. He’s still little now. Once he grows up, we’ll tell him, and he can handle it."

Morgan Ashworth looked at Willow. She was determined to fight for custody. She had vanished without a trace for three years, and now she suddenly reappeared to fight him over their son.

"Willow, is there nothing else you have to say to me other than fighting for our son?" Morgan Ashworth asked through gritted teeth.

Willow questioned, "What else?"

Morgan Ashworth took a step forward, approaching her step by step, "There are unresolved matters between us. You’ve abandoned me time and time again. Don’t you think you owe me something? What am I in your eyes, a toy boy to accompany you in bed, discarded once you’ve had enough?"

Willow was overwhelmed by his strong presence. She retreated step by step until she had no place to retreat, her delicate back pressing directly against the wall.

With a snap, he supported himself with one hand beside her, trapping her in his embrace.

Willow trembled slightly, unsure whether it was his sudden closeness or the word "toy boy" that shocked her. She gaped at him, wondering how a dignified national president could refer to himself as... a toy boy?

"How could you say that about yourself? I’ve never thought of you that way!"

Morgan Ashworth gave a cold, sarcastic smile, "Isn’t it true? Years ago, you were the one who said you liked me, married me, and gave birth to my child. You were a high-and-mighty princess, how could you possibly fall for me? You clearly acted on lust to have your way with me for fun. Now that you’re done, you don’t want me anymore and want to find a new lover!"

Morgan Ashworth stared at Willow with a gaze that said "I’ve seen through you long ago."

Willow, "..."

Her beautiful little face blushed instantly, "President Ashworth, don’t... flatter yourself. To be a toy boy, you need to have the qualifications!"