"Ah!" The child in his arms reached out and grabbed my hair hard. I had just had a miscarriage and hadn't eaten anything. I was extremely weak. When pulled like that, I fell backwards and hit on Cody.
The next moment, the boy's earth-shattering cry rang out, "Mom!! It hurts! She bumped into me on purpose! My hand hurts!"
"Monica Bath! Damian is just a child!" Cody protected the child and retreated.
Emma rushed over and pushed me away fiercely. I fell to the ground in embarrassment, sweating coldly from the pain. I looked up and saw Cody holding the child and coaxing him in a low voice, while Emma nervously held the child's hand, "Does it hurt, Damian? I'm sorry, it's all mom's fault. I didn't expect that she would do that to you..."
Emma looked at me, "Monica, I know you don't like Cody and I being together, but Damina is innocent. How could you do this to a four-year-old child?"
I stared at the child in Cody's arms. He was hugged by him and made a face at me. Did a four-year-old child really understand nothing?