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When he ascended from his study, Chale was sitting silently by the window.

In his hand was the little tiger Jasmine Yale had bought for him.

The one he bought at the cinema last time.

Chale Cheney’s room was full of stuffed animals, but this was the only one he kept by his bed every night.

“What’s wrong?”

Sylvan walked over and bent down to touch his son’s fluffy head.

As Chale looked up and saw it was his father, he remained silent.

“Who has upset you again?”

“No one upset me.”

“Your lips are sticking out so much, and you say you’re not upset?”

Chale Chandler pouted and rested his head on the table, “Dad, I don’t want you anymore.”

“Hmm?” Sylvan frowned slightly.

What kind of temper was this?

“Really, Baby is serious.” Chale Cheney looked at him, puffing out his cheeks.

“How did I upset you?” Sylvan Cheney sounded dissatisfied.

“You’re getting married, why didn’t you tell Baby? Why!” Chale stared at Sylvan and vented his anger, “I’m not your real son, I’m the one you bought from the pet shop, you didn’t even tell me about your marriage …”

Sylvan Cheney’s gaze instantly dropped and was as deep as an ancient well, with no visible bottom.

“Who told you?” He asked in a deep voice.

“Woo, woo, you have never treated Baby as a real son, Baby, who was picked up by you, is just grass.” Chale’s talk was getting sadder; he wiped his eyes with both hands.

Really, he was very sad.

Everyone was unwilling to have him.

They all said he was obedient, sensible, and cute, but why didn’t anyone want such a cute baby?

Jasy didn’t want him; now Elder Cheney also didn’t want him.

Wasn’t he just bought from a pet store?

Picked up Baby is just grass, just grass…” Chale sobbed, sobbed continuously, his shoulders just convulsed, “you’re getting married, after marriage, there will be little babies, when you have little babies, you will be annoyed with me even more, and throw me away when I’m annoying.”

Sylvan Cheney:

“Picked up should certainly not be as good as the biological one, Elder Cheney, you’re really mean! Why do you treat me like this? I’m still a baby, a baby with a fragile heart…woo, woo…”

Chale was getting more and more heartbroken, and his eyes were red from crying.

Sylvan Cheney listened to his never-ending babbling, his temples throbbed.

He really didn’t know who Chale learned all these from.

“Did I say I’m not going to have you?” Sylvan spoke in a deep voice.

A harsh gaze landed on Chale’s face.

Chale stopped for a while, wiped his eyes and continued to sob, “It’s almost the same anyway unless you promise me that you won’t have a little brother or sister for me…”

Chale stared at him defiantly.

“No chance.” Sylvan Cheney denied indifferently.

The look was ice cold.

“Wa…” Chale cried even harder, “Big Baddy! So bad! I’m going to run away from home, I do not need you anymore! Not anymore!”

“Deal with it yourself!” Sylvan Cheney looked at him coldly.

Uh…

Chale choked.

Elder Cheney was a man who was not swayed by soft or hard tactics, neither coaxing nor threatening worked.

Chale was truly sad in his heart, he just wanted Elder Cheney to soothe him.

But the result…

He was so angry.

He rested his head on the table and turned his head away, no longer looking at Sylvan Cheney.

Angry, really angry.

Very angry!

“Come down to eat when you stop making a fuss, I only allow you to make a fuss once. My son, cannot be so incompetent.”

Having said that, Sylvan turned around and walked away.

His stern, severe, and chilly voice resounded in the air..