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.

"Perry, it's summer vacation now. Our son has been in the hospital for almost a month. I want to take him out to relax."

Ethan received a look from Eliza.

Pouting, he said in a soft tone, "Dad, if I don't go out for a break, I'll be suffocated to death."

"Oh? Where are you planning to go?"

Eliza's eyes lit up, knowing that there was room for discussion in this matter.

"We're going to the Maldives. It won't cost much. 100,000 dollars will be enough."

She didn't know it was not easy to make money without going to work.

Since my wife married me, I had been supporting the whole family.

My brother and I started a small company together, and we made a profit every year.

They had already bought several houses in the city center and luxury cars.

I didn't have much savings. I only bought a house in the city center, and had an ordinary car.

I gave my wife and her parents most of the money I earned every year.

My wife spent money on skincare and beauty treatments every year. I also paid for her parents' medical care and retirement.

I had always felt that this was what I should do, but now it seemed that they were taking advantage of me and trying to exploit my value.

"Recently, the company has not been going well, and I don't have much money in hand."

Eliza gritted her teeth, "I won't do skincare or buy luxury brands this month, and I won't give money to my parents."

"Okay, I will transfer you the money in a few days."

Eliza leaned over and wrapped her fair and tender arm around my neck.

She kissed me on the face.

"I love you, Perry."

I smiled and felt disgusted in my heart.