The woman’s face quickly swelled up, a fresh slap mark appeared on her beautiful face.
It’s evident how hard the man’s slap was!
Mr. And Mrs. Dodson had never argued in public. They were a model of love and harmony even behind closed doors.
But now, because of an unexpected child, he slapped her, and Mrs. Dodson cried in grievance.
She roared as if mad, “So what if I don’t like him? Every time I see him, I feel disgusted all over. I don’t have such a son… Get him out of my sight!”
Mr. Dodson looked at her with dilated pupils, disbelief evident in his eyes, and finally uttered weakly, “You must be out of your mind!”
Otherwise, how could she resort to hiring someone to harm her own child? They say a tiger doesn’t eat its own cubs, but her actions were even more vicious than those of a tiger in the wilderness.
At this moment, Cheyenne had the same thought-
Damn, this woman is insane!
But the most distressed person was William.
Being so despised by his biological mother, he even began to doubt himself. Should he really not exist in this world?
Just as William was contemplating giving up on himself, a chubby, tender hand suddenly held his.
Warmth spread from her palm to every part of William’s body, and gradually, he no longer felt so cold.
When he turned his head, he saw Cierra’s bright and radiant smile.
“Don’t be sad, William. Cierra and Mommy both like you a lot. You can come to our house to play.”
Her smile was very healing, like a ray of sunlight shining through the clouds, piercing through layers of darkness straight into his heart.
William’s tense tears finally couldn’t hold back. He didn’t want to cry and make a scene in front of everyone, especially not in front of his sister, showing his vulnerable side.
“Um, thank you, Cierra.”
He held the little girl’s hand tightly, as if holding onto the last ray of sunshine.
Cheyenne also looked at the couple with speechlessness, then she lightly said, “Since you two don’t want this child, let me take him back. A child as good as William, I’m sure you’ll regret it in the future.”
With that, she reached out to take William’s hand.
Channing was stunned. How did this perfectly fine reunion turn into him having an extra grandson?
But he didn’t object. Having one more person for dinner wouldn’t be a problem; they could afford it.
The group’s annual donations to society amounted to billions, most of which went to support disabled people and left-behind children.
Mr. Dodson, seeing that she was serious, panicked and hurriedly explained, “No, Miss Lawrence, don’t listen to her nonsense. We don’t want to abandon our child. William is my biological son and the only heir.”
He was already forty-three this year and didn’t plan on having another child. Regardless of how his wife viewed this child, blood ties couldn’t be changed.
Cheyenne looked at him skeptically, her voice dripping with sarcasm, “Is that so? Are you sure you can make that decision?”
Mr. Dodson vowed with a dark face, “Yes, I can make that decision.”
Even if he wanted to acknowledge William, he would have to consult the child first. Cheyenne turned to the boy and gave him a firm answer.
“William, what do you think? If you don’t want to go back, I will take you away, and we won’t be afraid of anyone.”
William shook his head. He still wanted to go back to his foster parents.
“Thank you, Aunt Cheyenne, but I want to go back to the Foster family.”
Regardless of anything, his grandmother had been good to him, and morally and emotionally, he should go back to see her.
After being lost for so many days this time, his grandmother must miss him terribly.
“Okay, then we’ll leave tomorrow.”
Mrs. Dodson’s joy was evident upon hearing this. It was not her who wanted to drive the child away now, but he didn’t want to come back.
Mr. Dodson, however, looked troubled.
“William, have you thought it through? You are my son, and Dad won’t treat you unfairly. You will be treated the same as Justice.”
“I have thought it through, Mr. Dodson.”
Just the address “Mr. Dodson” was enough to show the estranged relationship between the two.
Mr. Dodson thought… if it weren’t for his wife’s arrangements, perhaps this child wouldn’t be so indifferent to him.
“Then I’ll send an assistant to take you back. I still have some things to attend to, but I’ll come to the Foster family in Akloit to pick you up in three days.”
This was his biggest concession.
Upon hearing this, William nodded, “Okay.”
As for Mrs. Dodson, no matter what, the charge of attempting to harm her own child was established.
In front of Cheyenne and Channing, Mr. Dodson couldn’t pretend that nothing had happened and let it go. He could only endure his wife staying in jail for half a month, and after that, he would hire a lawyer to bail her out.
Today’s incident was too embarrassing, so Mr. Dodson spent a lot of money to silence some people.
The next day.
Cheyenne and her father were about to take the two children back to Akloit.
Accompanying them was a man sent by the Dodson family, reportedly to take care of William on the way.
“Are you all ready?” Channing asked, but his gaze was coldly fixed on the hands of the two children holding each other.
In his mind, he kept persuading himself not to be petty. They were just kids holding hands, nothing more.
But his body acted quicker than his thoughts. Channing picked up Cierra and handed William the cute little yellow duck water bottle.
“You must be thirsty. Have some water.”
Cheyenne witnessed this scene and couldn’t help but find it amusing.
“Let’s go,” she said.
Just then, an urgent shout came from behind.
“Wait, wait for us… Huff, we’re tired.”
At the sound, everyone turned around.
To their surprise, the entire Eaton family had come-Marco and his wife, Georgina; Old Eaton holding his grandson, Humberto.
Leading the group was Old Bray, walking briskly without a cane, even though he looked like he was ready to flee with all the bags and belongings he carried.
Paisley had changed into a black velvet dress today. Compared to Old Bray, she could be described as lightly armed.
“Georgina, Old Bray… Why are you here?”
When Cierra and William saw Humberto, they were very happy. Strictly speaking, this was their first friend.
“We’re heading back to Akloit too, and it’s quite a coincidence that we’re on the same flight as you.”
‘This was far from a coincidence; it was more like being rudely awakened in the middle of the night and being forced to make arrangements.’ Marco muttered in his mind.