Scumbag?
Roy tilted his head and frowned at Oliver, then thought carefully before turning back to look at Cathy again. Nodding seriously, he said, "Mom, I think Dad is right. Having a sister born from Mom is different than having one from someone else. Mom, can you give me a sister? It's no big deal, right?"
Towards the end, the little guy even started to complain. With his deep, innocent eyes, he gazed at Cathy with a grievance, shaking her arm as he spoke. "Mom, just give me one, you don't have to give me a lot, just agree, okay?"
He looked so wronged, as if his tears would fall if she didn't agree.
Cathy was at a loss for words. When did her son learn to haggle like this?
She used to spoil him a bit, but she had never taught him this girlish way of acting spoiled. There was no need to think about it. It must have been taught by the man. Thinking of this, Cathy couldn't help but look at the man, only to find him looking at her. Their deep eyes met intensely.
