My eight-year-old son, Haghen, even punched and kicked me, saying, "I don't want you to be my dad. I want Uncle Darian to be my dad. Get out of here!"
Darian put his arm around Aleena's waist and said to me smugly and sarcastically, "Hansel, to put it nicely, you are an adopted son of my parents. To put it bluntly, you are just a dog my parents raised!"
"What do you have to compete with me?"
Aleena snuggled in Darian's arms and said to me with disdain, "I married you not because of you, but because you are the heir of the Quinns!"
"Since the real heir of the Quinns has returned, as the adopted son of the Quinns, what qualifications do you have to accompany me till old age?"
The vows of love we were made in the past became a complete joke at that time.
It was also from that time, my heart completely died for the mother and son.
I left the Quinn Family with nothing, like a lost dog.
I felt I had already despaired of the world.
I sat by the river the whole night. I had several impulses in my heart to plunge into the surging river, but the voices and smiles of my adoptive parents kept appearing in my mind.