“Now that you and Michael Lewis have a child, you should tell your husband the truth sooner rather than later so the child can be registered.” Anna hesitated briefly, then shook her head.
“No, Dad’s health needs constant care, and I can’t bear to let Michael suffer.”
“After the child is born, I’ll lie and say it belongs to a friend and have Charles Quinn adopt it. He’s patient and a university professor; he’ll surely raise Michael and my child well.”
“Once Dad has been cared for by Charles until he passes peacefully, and the child is grown, I’ll go back and divorce him, giving him his freedom.”
Hearing this, my heart sank.
My five years of devotion felt like a ridiculous joke.
I walked down the corridor and dialed a long-forgotten number.
“Dad, I regret it. I want to return and inherit the family business. Do you still consider me your son?”
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…There was a long silence before my father’s trembling voice finally came through.
“Silly child, no matter what’s happened, home is always home, and you’ll always be my good son!”
“As long as you’re willing to come back, the door will always be open!”
Hearing this, a lump rose in my throat.