Chapter 7 You're Not Qualified To Acknowledge Your Son

In stark contrast to his reaction, Randy's irritable eyes lit up when he saw Patricia. He jumped off the bed and ran towards Patricia. He wasn't wearing shoes, and Patricia was afraid of his feet getting cut by the broken glass on the floor, so she immediately ran over and lifted him up.

"Be careful, remember to wear shoes next time."

Just moments ago, Randy was angry like an enraged beast, but now he was as gentle as a kitten, nodding his little head vigorously. "I'll remember, I'll definitely wear shoes next time."

Patricia affectionately rubbed his head and held him in her arms for the first time, now that she knew he was her own son. There was a sour and bittersweet feeling in her heart, accompanied by a sense of contentment and fulfillment.

Martin, on the other hand, watched as his son who had just been angry with him a second ago now obeyed Patricia.

He felt jealous. "What are you doing here?"

Faced with his question, Patricia calmly placed Randy back on the bed and extende