"Hmph! Is this my fault now? I want to see the child, bring him back immediately."
Old Mr. Moore ordered Christopher Moore as if he were commanding a servant, not even giving him a glance.
Christopher Moore said with a stern face, "I told you, I don't know."
Old Mr. Moore, infuriated, jumped up from the sofa and questioned harshly, "What do you mean by that? He's your son, how can you not know?"
"She's also the child's mother, what's wrong with taking him away for a few days?"
"She's not the child's mother, our Moore family has never acknowledged that woman."
Christopher Moore said unhurriedly, "Whether you acknowledge her or not, she's the child's biological mother, the blood relationship cannot be severed. The child has her blood running through him, looking down on her is looking down on your great-grandson."
"You! Are you forcing me to act?"
Christopher Moore glanced sideways at Old Mr. Moore, "Act?"
