Meanwhile, in the corridor where swords clashed and shadows flickered, the door to the hospital room was left ajar.
Behind the door, Zaizai held Jiayi's hand. They exchanged a glance and both took a sharp breath of cool air.
The battle seemed to escalate.
"Mommy," Zaizai tugged at Jiayi's hand softly, "the hoodlum and bully Grandma mentioned, that's Daddy, right?"
Jiayi's facial muscles twitched, and she squatted down, "Grandma is right, that man is nothing but a hoodlum, a bully. Mommy told you not to call him Daddy. He's never taken care of you for a single day, so why should you call him Daddy."
Hmph, as if there's such an easy deal in this world.
The child was born and raised by her. That man merely contributed a seed, and now he shows up after four years and expects to be called Daddy? That's just unfair!
"But he is taking us back now. He wants to take care of Mommy and me," said Zaizai.
