My Mommy Became A Billionaire After the Breakup
Chapter 1923

Chapter 1923 The Hand Is Bleeding

Byron frowned. "If she doesn't come back, will you keep staying outside?"

The boy lowered his head and said nothing.

"Where are the other relatives?" Byron asked, suppressing his anger.

"They... probably want me to die even more. I don't dare to look for them," the boy replied.

These words inexplicably moved the deepest part of Byron's heart.

"Then you dare to replace me, a stranger?" he asked.

The boy looked at him with a smile. "Compared to them, you are more reliable!"

"How do you want me to help you?" Byron got straight to the point. "How about booking a hotel for you?"

At this time, an old lady opposite came over, carrying a bag.

She glanced at Byron with a strange expression.

"Mr. Crawford is famous. She probably recognizes you. Come with me!" the boy said, holding Byron's hand and running towards a small gate in the park. Arriving at the zebra crossing, the lady was still looking back.

She muttered, "Am I wrong..."

When the red light turned green, she walked quickly to the other side of the road.

After entering through the gate, they walked for a while.

The two arrived at a small garden that was deserted but full of greenery.

"I slept here last night!" The boy patted a bench under the shade of a tree. "It was very cool!"

Byron looked around.

Then he looked at the boy. "Why did your mother kick you out?"

The smile on the boy's face faded a lot. Then he sat down, shrugged, and said helplessly, "I was adopted by her."

Byron's expression changed slightly.

"She doesn't like my grandma's love for me. If she gets angry with my father, she will take it out on me."

Byron was silent with a sullen face.

The boy looked up at Byron. "In Northern Canakey, when I saw you and your children together, I was very envious. Your wife is different from my mother. She is very gentle. You and my father are also different."

The boy paused for a moment. "My father doesn't love me and has always been indifferent to me. I can see your love for your children, so I envy them very much."

"Since they treat you badly, ignore them and become stronger." Byron walked towards him on crutches. In front of him, he hesitated and then raised his hand and touched his head gently. "And be the father you want."

"Can I do it?" the boy asked.

"Of course." Byron nodded lightly. "I was similar to you when I was a child. Everyone in the family wanted me to die, even my parents..."

Byron added,

"But now, I have a loving wife and cute children. Everything has become different." Byron's expression naturally softened when he mentioned his wife and children.

"I hope I can be like Mr. Crawford when I grow up!" The boy nodded vigorously.

Byron thought for a while and shook his head. "I'm not good. I have done many things that hurt my wife in the past. You can't do this when you grow up."

"I know." The boy listened carefully and nodded vigorously.

"Mr. Crawford, why are your hands bleeding?" At this moment, the boy suddenly looked at Byron's cuffs and exclaimed.