I did not mean to piss him off, deliberately not telling him. I really did not know.
The Quinton Family placed great emphasis on higher education for its family members. The boy was raised in the main house since he was in a young age and he was given various courses after coming home from school.
It was so funny to say that I was the one gave birth to that boy, but my time to meet him was only a handful of times. This was the reason why I had cried and made a fuss, but the Quinton Family did not care at all.
In their view, being able to marry into the Quinton Family was because of my ancestors' merits. As for the rest, it was pure delusion.
Henry pinched his high nose bridge and asked me to focus more on the child. "If this goes on, Jessica will be more like his mother than you."
I understood the meaning of his words.
Yesterday was Friday. It was the only day I was allowed to pick up my son from school.
I arrived an hour early, waiting until it was dark and the school gate was closed.
A few moments later, Jessica called me and informed me that Camilla Quinton, asked her to pick up my son and go back to the main house for having dinner.
On the other end of the phone, I heard Henry's voice.