"He is soft-hearted. As long as I beg him, he will promise me anything."

"And in his heart, Ethan is his son. He will definitely save him."

The man's hand stroked over Eliza's face, making Eliza giggle coquettishly.

"You are amazing, my baby. He would never have expected that the son he risked his life to save is mine."

Eliza kissed the man's face.

"You are amazing. You hit it once."

"Let's have another child. Anyway, we can still use his money to raise the child."

Upon hearing this, the man immediately pounced on Eliza on the bed, anxiously trying to lift her clothes.

"I'll fulfill you if you want."

I left disoriented.

The pain in my body was becoming more and more obvious, but it couldn't compare to the pain in my heart.

I gave my life to my wife and son, but in the end, I was all a joke.

Eliza was still thinking of conceiving another one and using my money to raise a son for the adulterer.

However, it was impossible.

She didn't know that I was dying.

My two kidneys, one was donated to my wife who was seriously injured after the earthquake seven years ago, and the other was donated to my son who had kidney failure three days ago.

I gave them a brand new life. How could they pay me back?

Eliza often went to her son's ward, saying that her son was still young and needed the most care, and that I could take care of myself.

She didn't know that I had secretly stood outside the door several times to watch the three of them having a good time.

My son, who had always been bored with me, would only smile at his real father, that must be the connection of blood.

No wonder my son never liked me. He had always known that I was not his father.

Laugh. Your good days are numbered.

After a month in the hospital, we were discharged and went home.

Eliza made a sumptuous meal for us.

"I want that chicken leg."

My son pointed at the big chicken leg in front of me and ordered me to pick it up for him.

If it were normal, I would definitely indulge him and do as he said.

I picked up the chicken leg and put it in my own bowl.

"The chicken leg smells so good."

I took a bite, and it was tender and juicy.

"That's my chicken leg!"

My son was so angry that he slapped his fork directly on the table.

I didn't indulge my son and continued to eat the chicken leg in front of him.

My son was enraged and aggressively came over and grabbed the chicken bone, threw the half-eaten chicken leg on the ground, and stomped on it fiercely.

"No eating, no eating!"

"If I can't eat it, neither can you!"

I was shocked by my son's rage

Eliza had a difficult labor when she gave birth to him, and almost died.

I always thought that my son's arrival was not easy, so I spoiled him in every aspect of life, not realizing that I had raised him to be the pampered and brash character he was today.

I slapped my son in the face.

This was the first time I hit him, and I showed no mercy.

"Who taught you to waste food like this?"

My son was stunned by my beating.

He angrily said, "You can't control me!"

"I am your dad, and I can't even control you?!"

My son touched his swollen face and fought back against me after he reacted.

"Bullshit, stop pretending. You're nothing but..."

"Ethan Scott!!!"

Eliza walked out of the kitchen with the last dish.

She loudly stopped her son.

Ethan also realized that he had said something wrong and immediately shut up.

Oh, what a pity. He almost spoke his true thoughts.

Ethan hummed a few times and returned to his seat, enjoying his meal.

"If you don't control the amount of food you eat, you'll get fat sooner or later."

Ethan was 8 years old and had become so fat like a chubby pig.

"Being able to eat is a blessing, which means our son is blessed."

Eliza smiled and defended Ethan.

Then, she lightly scolded Ethan, reminding him to respect his father and not lose his temper with me.

After such a mess, I lost my appetite.

Eliza had been serving me food and pouring soup for me.