The next morning, N drove Mason to school, her mind elsewhere.
Mason noticed her distraction and tightened his grip on his backpack.
When they arrived at the school, N <b>forced </b>a smile and gently said, “Buddy, Mommy will pick you up tonight.”
Mason nodded. “Okay.”
After watching N leave, Mason essed his smartwatch and dialed the number Spencer had given him.
A momentter, a cold voice came through the line. “What is it?”
Mason took a deep breath, his small face tense. “I want to meet you.”
In the principal’s office an hourter…
Mason sat across from Damon, his baby face filled with anger. “What will it take for you to stop bothering my mom and me?”
Although he was only four years old, there was no hint of fear in his gaze. He even bore a striking resemnce to Damon’smanding demeanor.
Damon looked at Mason, who mirrored his own features, aplicated expression crossing his <b>face</b>.
At such a young age, Mason should have been innocent and carefree. Yet there he was, trying to negotiate like an adult because of N. All rights ? N?velDrama.Org.
“Buddy, I’m your biological father. If you’re willing to return to the Sumners, I won’t interfere with N
nymore,” Damon exined.
mason’s expression hardened as he red at Damon. “I hate you! I won’t acknowledge you as my dad! I’m not living with you!”
His disdain was unmistakable, and it was evident that he <b>truly </b>detested Damon.
Rather than getting angry, Damon raised an eyebrow. “If you want something from others, you can’t expect to give nothing in return. That’s no different from stealing<b>.</b>”
“But I’ve been living happily with my mom! You’re the one who suddenly came in and disrupted our lives. Why should I have to give anything up?” Mason retorted.
Damon hadn’t expected such a sharp response from a four–year–old.
If Mason had grown up with him, he would have learned even more–the resources he could offer far outweighed what N could provide in a lifetime.
“You don’t have the leverage to negotiate with me right now. I’ve already <b>told </b>you how to proceed. The choice is yours, and I won’t interfere,” Damon said.
He stood up to leave, but as he reached the door, he felt a tug on his pants.
Looking down, he met Mason’s pleading <b>eyes </b>and was momentarily taken aback. Mason resembled him,
but his big doe eyes were almost identical to N’s.
‘I don’t want to be separated from Mommy,” Mason said.
Damon frowned. After a moment of silence, he replied coldly. “Staying with that woman will ruin your future. I won’t allow <b>you </b>to be with her.”
Mason’s eyes instantly filled with tears <b>as </b>he cried out, “No! Mommy is the one who loves me the most in the world! You can’t do this!”
Despite being only four, he had learned to read faces. While N had reassured him that no one would take him away, he knew she couldn’tpete with the stern man before him.
The thought of Damon’s indifference toward N made Mason hate him even more. He would never ept him as his father!
Damon’s expression remained cold and unyielding. “You’re still young, but one day you’ll understand that living with me is far better than living with that woman,
Mason defiantly jutted his chin, tears streaming down his face. “I don’t want to understand! All know is you’re a big bad guy who makes my mom sad! I hate you! I hate you!