Cheng Haoxuan also wanted to ask, but after hesitating for a long time, he only managed to ask one question: "Does he know about me?"
His voice was trembling, sounding exceedingly heart-wrenching.
A stir of emotion touched Madam Cheng's heart, and with some reluctance to face her own son, she eventually shook her head and said, "He doesn't know."
What could she say? That he knew of her pregnancy but suddenly disappeared? That he was nothing but a treacherous scoundrel?
Such words might be cathartic to say, but what would this child think of them?
Madam Cheng's heart ached as she clenched the clothing at her chest. Initially, to prevent the child from being bullied, she deliberately referred to him as her adopted son. But in the end, this still left the child feeling somewhat uncomfortable in his heart.
If she were to tell him that his own father knew of his existence but chose to abandon him, wouldn't that just cause him even more pain?
