The two people just argued at first. But soon, they started fighting. When the staff pulled them apart, my father's face was covered in blood, and my mother's hair was messy.
The staff looked at each other. "Your children are still here. If you still do this in front of them, it will have a bad influence on them."
They were busy fighting, so they couldn't pay attention to something else. My dad even talked back to the staff.
"This is my own child, and I can do whatever I want. You have no right to interfere."
"Sir, let me warn you. If you are unable to take good care of the child, we will sue and deprive you of your custody rights."
"It's impossible! My son is my life. If any of you take him away, I'll commit suicide in front of you."
My mother was so anxious while thinking that someone was going to take her son away.
"He is the future heir of the Floyd family. No one can take him away."
The two people who were originally planning to divorce started fighting for the custody of my brother. Neither of them could remember me.
I tugged at the staff member's clothes and pled, "Miss, can you help me find a welfare house?"