"Give it back to the baby!"
"Wayne Bailey, just give it back to him..." Anna Jadwin was speechless, competing with her own son for food; such a father really was one of a kind.
Wayne Bailey was so angry he could spit blood; Leo had it every day, and here he thought he could finally turn the tables, yet it was the same old story.
"Can't I make something different for you later?"
"Different," Wayne Bailey suppressed his anger, "I'm always after him in every order, which proves that he's more important to you, how could it be the same?"
Leo, with his little hands raised, desperately wanted the cake and Wayne Bailey eventually gave it to him.
Anna Jadwin was surprised and said hesitantly, "You used to be so mature..."
"Pretending."
Anna Jadwin: "..."
Anna Jadwin: "I really didn't expect you to care about this. You should've said something sooner. If you expressed it the first time, I would've made it together with yours."
