Hongji's father, at this moment, decided to insist that this child was his own flesh and blood and couldn't allow his son to be taken by someone else.
Could the old housekeeper admit defeat in the face of Hongji's father's tense and angry expression?
The child of the former master was right in front of him; how could he not persist?
The loyal old housekeeper, suppressing his anger, took out a portrait from his bosom, as well as the confession and signed paper pressed by the midwife.
"When we say the young Master is from our family, of course, we have proof. This is an inn and the documents signed by the midwife who delivered the two mothers those years ago.
They are legally binding. If I take these things and report them to the officials, could you still firmly insist in front of the authorities that the young Master is your son?"
