Tommy looked confused.
'Who was this person he couldn't figure out?'
'And who was it that couldn't keep a secret?'
Noelle Grant stared at the screen, a box of tissues beside her, crying her eyes out.
Evan Fairchild came downstairs to find her like this. He frowned and strode quickly over to his wife.
"Why are you here crying like this so early in the morning? Can't you watch a comedy or something?"
"I'm not binge-watching a show. I'm watching our little nephew."
"Little nephew?"
Evan Fairchild glanced at the screen and saw a little guy dressed in a black suit, looking old beyond his years, the spitting image of Evan Fairchild.
At such a young age, his presence was already so powerful!
He really takes after his old man.
"My mom carried me for ten months. My mom risked her life to give birth to me. My mom worked hard to earn money and raise me. I don't understand, why should we apologize to people we don't even know?"
"Was it wrong for my mom to give birth to me?"
