Norris Moore paused, looking at him somewhat perplexedly. That expression, with a touch of innocence and naivety.
She might have thought she had misheard, so she subconsciously asked, "What?"
Trenton Smith leaned back in the car seat, looking ahead, his indifference making this man seem heartless.
"Either come back or give up this child." He reiterated in an emotionless, cold tone, "Decide now, which one do you want?"
"..." Norris stood there, unable to react for a while.
Then she raised her hand and slapped Trenton hard.
A resounding "slap" left a distinct red handprint on the man's pale cheek.
Trenton slightly turned his head, his expression promptly darkening. Norris, with red eyes, gritted her teeth and said, "Don't even think about taking this child away from me! Trenton Smith, this is between the two of us, there's no need to involve the child! It doesn't matter if you don't want it, I'll raise him well by myself, it has nothing to do with you."
