"The heirs of the Yancey Family have always been raised this way." The man straightened up.
His hands in his pockets, he turned around, his dark eyes fixed on the woman's angry little face. He took a step forward, reaching out to embrace her, "… Let's not talk about this, okay?"
"No way!" Tara Summer dodged subtly, stepped back a few paces, and glared at him, "Today we need to talk seriously about this issue…"
If we don't clear this up, everything else is off the table!
"I don't see this as a problem…" Liam Yancey frowned, retracting his hand. His expression turned slightly cold, unwilling to continue the discussion.
"Not a problem?" Tara's face changed, knowing his mind was already made up, and further talk would be useless. She glared, letting out a cold laugh, "… Fine, since you don't want to discuss it, and continue to treat our son this way, then from now on you'll be with our daughter, and I'll take care of our son alone!"
