My Son is Dying and My Wife is Dating Her First Love

Eliza often went to her son's ward, saying that her son was still young and needed the most care, and that I could take care of myself.

She didn't know that I had secretly stood outside the door several times to watch the three of them having a good time.

My son, who had always been bored with me, would only smile at his real father, that must be the connection of blood.

No wonder my son never liked me. He had always known that I was not his father.

Laugh. Your good days are numbered.

After a month in the hospital, we were discharged and went home.

Eliza made a sumptuous meal for us.

"I want that chicken leg."

My son pointed at the big chicken leg in front of me and ordered me to pick it up for him.

If it were normal, I would definitely indulge him and do as he said.

I picked up the chicken leg and put it in my own bowl.

"The chicken leg smells so good."

I took a bite, and it was tender and juicy.

"That's my chicken leg!"

My son was so angry that he slapped his fork directly on the table.

I didn't indulge my son and continued to eat the chicken leg in front of him.

My son was enraged and aggressively came over and grabbed the chicken bone, threw the half-eaten chicken leg on the ground, and stomped on it fiercely.

"No eating, no eating!"

"If I can't eat it, neither can you!"

I was shocked by my son's rage