Chapter <b>596 </b>


    “I said I’m not eating!” Mason dered, turning his head stubbornly away from the tempting food in front


    of him.


    “Even if you starve yourself, I still won’t let you see your mother. Are you sure you want to put yourself through this?” Damon asked.


    “It’s none of your business!” Mason shouted back.


    <b>“</b>Alright. I’m curious to see how long you can keep this up,” Damon replied calmly.


    For the next few days, Mason continued to refuse food. His once–chubby cheeks quickly thinned, and his face grew pale. Even when Damon tried to force food into him, Mason would spit it out, determined not


    to eat.


    As Mason’s condition worsened day by day, the doctor called Damon to the hospital.


    “Mr. Summer, Mason already has a fracture. If he keeps refusing to eat, his health will deteriorate, and his injuries will heal much more slowly…”


    Damon’s expression darkened. He had tried everything over the past few days, but Mason remained defiant. The boy’s only goal was to return to N.


    Seeing Damon’s silence, the doctor sighed. “Mr. Summer-”


    “I understand. I’ll make sure he eats today,” Damon said, his voice firm.


    He took out his phone and dialed N’s number. “Pinnacle Hospital, third floor. If you want to see Buddye now.<i>” </i>


    N’s voice trembled with panic. “What happened to Buddy? Why is he in the hospital?”


    “You’ll find out when you get here,” Damon replied, hanging up before she could ask more.


    Damon stood there, thinking about his next move. He couldn’t allow Mason to go back to N. She wasn’t capable of protecting him, and sending Mason back with her would only put him in danger again.


    Soon, N arrived, rushing toward Damon as soon as she saw him. “What happened to Buddy?!<b>” </b>Damon looked down at her. She was panting, clearly anxious, her eyes wide with worry for Mason. “It’s nothing serious. He jumped from the second floor and fractured his arm, and he’s been throwing a tantrum, refusing to eat, just to see you for the past few days,” Damon replied.


    N gasped, her voice rising sharply. “He jumped from the second floor?! And you call that nothing serious<b>?!</b><b>” </b>


    Facing her usatory gaze, Damon felt a fleeting pang of guilt.


    However, in an instant, his expression turned cold. “I didn’t call you here for an interrogation.”


    N red at him, her anger intensifying. “When Buddy was with me, he barely even fell off a chair. He’s been with you for just a few days, and he jumped from the second floor? Shouldn’t I be questioning you?!<b>” </b>


    “Do you even want to see Buddy?” Damon shot back.


    At those words, N scowled. “Which room is he in?” Exclusive ? content by N(?)ve/l/Drama.Org.


    “I’ll let you see him, but you must agree to one condition,” Damon said.


    “What condition?” N asked.


    “I won’t let Buddy stay with you anymore. If you want to be with him, you’ll have to move into my vi,” Damon stated.


    As soon as he finished, N replied coldly, “No way! I won’t agree to that!”


    Damon’s expression hardened. “You can’t protect Buddy. If I let you take him, he’ll just be taken from your home again. If you don’t agree, you won’t see him again.”


    “On what grounds are you doing this?!” N demanded.


    Meeting her furious gaze, Damon answered sternly, “Because I’m Buddy’s father. You have one minute to think it over. This is your only chance to stay with him.”


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