Chapter 3


    ~Cam’s POV~


    “You get here smelling strongly of alcohol. What was a little boy like that doing alone in the street? Do


    you consider yourself to be a father? You were out having a st while your kid came dangerously


    close to being hit by a car. What kind of parent are you? ” He fixed me with a bewitching re. I was


    aware that he was exerting self-control as a result of my gender, but I would not allow this.


    “Simply express gratitude to God. You are a woman. If not, I could have killed you right here today and


    never ever try that again. If you do, I vow I will overlook the fact that you’re a woman.” The doctor


    entered just as I was going to throw a punch at him.


    “Mrs. Grayston, you omitted to include your rtionship with the patient. You are not required to exit


    the room. You may inform me and I will take care of everything for you.”


    “I am his mother.”


    “I appreciate it, Mrs. Grayston.” The guy’s eyes widened and he wanted to speak, but I needed to


    silence this man whore before he vomited whatever garbage he was carrying.


    “Do you want to urge that?” I saw his face turning frigid and trust me saying I’m the boy’s mother made


    him so angry. Trust me he already killed me in his heart. I’m dead, I know. He stormed out of the ward,


    pounding on the ward door, “arrogant asshole!” I murmured.


    “Mommy,” holy shit, was this boy awake the whole time? how much did he hear? I want the earth to


    burst open and engulf me. I cursed myself. “Fuck!”


    ****


    Christopher remained still in the faint light of his office. He was holding a ss of his poison in one


    hand and his trousers in the other. He leaned forwards to stare out the window, his gaze fixed on hisBelongs ? to N?velDrama.Org.


    customary ce on the San Diego Boulevard. Whenever he stepped on the ce, the consequence


    was always negative. He assigned the view to mastermind. His whole body stiffened as he considered


    what he would do this time. His gaze scanned the street in search of inspiration. He grinned and sipped


    his poison when he discovered none. He walked over to his office mirror, pouting as he examined the


    fingerprints his little wife had left on his face. “You’ve made a grave mistake, little wife, and you’re going


    to pay terribly for this.” He chuckled at the prospect of a 22-year-old smacking him.


    “She is a formidable woman. However, no one touches me, and gets away with it.” While he was


    scrubbing the fingerprints off his now-red face, his buddy Mark entered.


    “I believed I was a binge drinker. What’s going on with you?”


    “I’m contemting how to punish my wife, and I’vee up with the ideal solution.”


    Why would you want to punish your wife if you haven’t seen her in three months?”


    “Well, we happened to meet today by coincidence, and she smacked me twice.” Mark erupted in


    laughter.


    “You were smacked by your wife. I need to meet your wife, man.”


    “Without a doubt. I never desired to be trapped with her, but she will now bepelled toe to y


    mother to Liam. I’m going back to the hospital, I’ll ring you backter, let’s have some drinks tonight.”


    Christopher stepped out of his office and made his way to the hospital. He peered into the two’s


    conversation as he entered Liam’s ward. Cam was pressing her phone and he saw she was calling


    him.


    “Are you going to leave me, Mommy? The children at school are always saying, “I don’t have a


    mother.”


    “There is no way. Why would I leave such a gorgeous young man as you? You’re going to tell those


    children that you have a mother, an extraordinary mother. I will pick you up from school every day to


    show those children that you are the man.” I entered before my phone rang when she picked up her


    phone.


    “We’re prepared. Exactly the man I wanted to see. Liam has been discharged. Let’s go home.”


    “Home?”


    “I despise repetition, honey. Now, are we going, or are you going to remain there and study me? Trust


    me, you have the rest of your life to study me. Let’s go,”


    Chris swore he married the wrong person. She is incredibly little, and she is already directing his every


    move. He hated being told what to do.


    For tonight, I’m going to let it go since she’s making my kid happy. He thought to himself.


    “Okay, let’s go.”