"Mother?" Arthur's eyes were filled with surprise.
Jiang Yufei was equally surprised.
She looked at the little boy in front of her, her eyes turning from shock to hatred.
Arthur took a step back from the gaze.
Although he was only six years old, he had experienced many things. No matter how hard he trained, he had never been afraid. Even though he was covered in injuries, he had never shed a tear in the dark.
However, such a gaze made him feel a trace of fear.
He had fantasized about what his mother would be like.
He had once yearned to rely on his mother's warm embrace.
He had always known that he had a mother.
That was what Bliss told him.
Moreover, he had promised him that as long as he performed well enough, he would let him see his mother.
He had imagined meeting his mother many times.
He had also fantasized that his mother must love him very much and want to see him.
