“You agreed just yesterday, and today I’ve already brought the baby home. Don’t be too touched—from now on, you’ll be his mother!”
Daniel stood proudly in front of me, chest puffed out.
A surge of fury rose inside me; I had to take several deep breaths to hold it back.
Turning my head toward him in disbelief, I asked:
“You actually dared to bring him home?”
Daniel didn’t notice the change in my expression and kept rambling excitedly:
“I did my research. Black babies are the smartest. If you raise him from the start, he’ll definitely grow up grateful and loyal to you!”
“From now on, hand the company over to me and just focus on raising our child at home!”
His selfish calculations were written all over his face.
I finally lost control and slapped him hard across his cheek.
“Are you out of your damn mind?”
“Why should I raise someone else’s unwanted bastard?”
Daniel was stunned by the slap.
It took him a while to react.
Then he frowned, looking at me like I was being unreasonable:
“Don’t call him a bastard—it sounds so harsh. He just doesn’t have a father, that’s all!”