One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire’s Sweet Love

this child had spent his first three years inside a hospital.

Congenital heart defect…

Asthma…

Hyperventilation syndrome…

The man pinched his hand softly, heartache overflowing in his eyes.

The boy was stunned and then slowly withdrew his little hand from the big one.

I guess it may be too late by now.

Frowning, the boy merely pouted.
“I’m already used to it.”

He was sufficiently mighty and strong now.

He was mighty enough to protect his mommy.

The wealth and power he had right now were sufficient to protect this family.

“Nothing is important to me now other than my mommy.”

With that, he took a deep sigh and turned to leave the study room with heavy steps.

The man stared penetratingly at his back before he broke into a smile.

He could see that the child was craving for his hug.

That day, in the hospital, when he held him carefully in his arms by his little waist, the boy snuggled close to his chest like a harmless kitten, albeit just for that moment.

This child was headstrong and proud.

In any case, a gulf of separation, marked by seven years of estrangement, certainly existed between them.

It seemed that it would be a tall task to gain the boy’s approval and to make the boy accept him as his father wholeheartedly.

Inside the dining hall, Youyou walloped his noodles with great satisfaction.

When he saw the man appear, his face showed a complex look.

She asked, “Youyou, how’s mommy’s skill this time?”

“Excellent!” The boy clapped and praised her generously.

The noodles were thoroughly cooked, the food was not burned, and there was no overly bland or salty taste; her skills definitely improved!

The truth was, the boy might be very picky with food, but when it came to his mommy’s culinary skills, he surprisingly held low standards for her.