Then he turned and waved at the other children. "Come quick! This is the bad man who made everyone call us bastards at school!"
Marvin crouched down. He used his hand to cover the boy’s mouth and chided, "Robert, don’t say that! Hurry! Apologize to your uncle!"
Though he rebuked the child, there was no sincerity in his expression at all.
Instead, his reaction only triggered the elders’ protective instincts. They immediately jumped in, pointing fingers at me as if I were truly the villain here.
Hearing the commotion, Clara, who was chatting with the other, finally walked over.
She stroked Robert Jameson’s head gently, her face filled with heartache as she apologized, It’s Mommy’s fault, sweetie, for making you go through this."
"However, from now on, in the eyes of the law, Uncle Luke will officially be your father. No one will ever dare call you an illegitimate child again!" she added.
A slightly smaller boy than Robert suddenly burst into tears.
My in-laws rushed to his side and their voices filled with affection. "What’s wrong, my precious baby? Grandma’s little Colin? Are you feeling sick?"