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

Eliza had a difficult labor when she gave birth to him, and almost died.

I always thought that my son's arrival was not easy, so I spoiled him in every aspect of life, not realizing that I had raised him to be the pampered and brash character he was today.

I slapped my son in the face.

This was the first time I hit him, and I showed no mercy.

"Who taught you to waste food like this?"

My son was stunned by my beating.

He angrily said, "You can't control me!"

"I am your dad, and I can't even control you?!"

My son touched his swollen face and fought back against me after he reacted.

"Bullshit, stop pretending. You're nothing but..."

"Ethan Scott!!!"

Eliza walked out of the kitchen with the last dish.

She loudly stopped her son.

Ethan also realized that he had said something wrong and immediately shut up.

Oh, what a pity. He almost spoke his true thoughts.

Ethan hummed a few times and returned to his seat, enjoying his meal.

"If you don't control the amount of food you eat, you'll get fat sooner or later."

Ethan was 8 years old and had become so fat like a chubby pig.

"Being able to eat is a blessing, which means our son is blessed."

Eliza smiled and defended Ethan.

Then, she lightly scolded Ethan, reminding him to respect his father and not lose his temper with me.

After such a mess, I lost my appetite.

Eliza had been serving me food and pouring soup for me.