Chapter 2The Cost of Deep Regret

He pulled a few sheets of paper from behind his back and slapped them onto the table.

"You brought these papers home from the doctor, didn't you?"

"You thought hiding them in the drawer would work? Daddy, you underestimate me."

I realized they were the test results I got yesterday. He thought I was sick.

Before I could speak, Ethan put his hands on his hips, his cheeks puffed up with indignation.

"Baby's little eyes might not read, but you can't treat me like an idiot."

"These papers are exactly like the ones you got when you took me to the doctor when I was sick."

"So many papers! You must have a serious, serious illness."

As he spoke, his long lashes fluttered, and tears instantly sprang up. He wiped his face with a chubby hand, collapsing.

"Daddy, what kind of awful illness do you have?"

"Tell Baby! Baby can handle it..."

The little guy was sobbing so hard my heart was breaking. I immediately pulled him into my arms, comforting him gently.

"My Baby, don't cry. Listen to Daddy."

"Daddy just went for a check-up. The doctor didn't say I was sick."

The little guy stopped crying immediately, pearl-like tears clinging to his lashes.

"Really? Daddy, we're father and son. You can't lie to me."

I nodded, assuring him I wasn't lying.