He was indeed very cute. His eyebrows and eyes were very similar to Airish. Meanwhile, his lips and chin were carved from the same mold as Noah.
I brushed the child's face with my fingertips and a huge hatred appeared in my eyes.
However, why could he live well and enjoy a rich and beautiful life, while my child was poisoned to death and couldn't even see this world?
"Eric Jacob?"
"Yes, Noah's friend helped me find a boy’s name for him. I hope he can enjoy a noble life, peace and wealth in the future."
On contrary, in order to find the name for my child, I flipped through the dictionary with good meaning that can bless him with health, happiness and peace. Noah laughed at me for doing useless work. He said that the child's fate was determined at birth and naming was just psychological comfort.
Turning around, I spent tens of millions to find a fortune teller to name Airish and his child. With a bitter mouth, I tried to smile, "It is indeed a good name."
I found that the child's expression was not right. My palm slid to his neck, but before I could do anything, I heard Airish scream, "Sister, what do you want to do with my child?"