They were having their usual family dinner and their son happened to be sitting between Henry and Jessica.
From the perspective of outsiders, they were the true family of three.
With slightly red eyes, I walked towards my son whom I had not seen for a long time, stroked his face and asked him softly where he was feeling unwell?
The little boy's facial features were almost a smaller version of Henry.
My son showed disgust and patted my hand away, staring at me with caution and seeking help from Jessica.
I felt a piercing pain in my heart.
Jessica affectionately held my son in her arms and said in an innocent tone, "Dante is not sick, Renata, are you taking the wrong amount of sleeping pills and remembering the wrong thing?"
Just when these words came out, the Quinton Family members all looked at me with disgust on their faces.
I knew that they were laughing at me as usual, especially Henry's sister, Hannah Quinton. She always thought that I was of low status and not worthy of her brother.
In the past, she was always making things difficult for me and I chose to accept it for the sake of her brother's face.