Scrambling to Be the Father of His Ex-Wife's Kid novel Chapter 629

Petra looked at him a little helplessly. "What are you doing? Where do you suppose she’s going? She and Theo are getting divorced. We're all she has left. I can take care of her if she's with us. Besides, she has a child with her. How can she live alone?”

Grayson sighed. "She has made her own plans. We have made too many mistakes. She has the right to choose how to live her life."

Petra was stunned. After a very long silence, she eventually nodded slightly. She looked at me with crimson eyes. "My child, don't treat yourself unkindly when you're out there alone. If you want to come back, feel free to come back any time."

I pursed my lips and did not take Grayson's Centurion Card. After a moment of silence, I said, "I appreciate your kindness. Although I don't have a lot of money, I've saved some over the years. I can afford to raise this child, so please take it back."

I got up after saying that. "It’s getting late. I should feed Munchkin now. Would you please excuse me?"

I took the child from Petra's arms and walked toward the infant room. When I saw Jerome standing at the door of the infant room, I helplessly smiled. "Do you have a habit of eavesdropping on others?"

He stroked his nose awkwardly. "I’m just worried about you."

I rolled my eyes. "Excuse me, I'm going to feed

Munchkin now."

Jerome nodded blankly.

I walked into the infant room and closed the door before feeding Munchkin.

After a few minutes, there was a knock on the door.

I shouted, "What is it?"

"Wanda." It was Jerome’s voice. "Are you done feeding? I need to come in and tell you something."

I pursed my lips. "Hold on a second."

Munchkin had drunk enough and was sleepy after drinking. I put him in the cot and coaxed him to sleep. After he fell asleep, I walked out of the infant room.

Jerome was still waiting at the door for me. I lowered my voice, "Munchkin is asleep."

He nodded.

We went to the living room and sat on the sofa.

He looked at me, reached out, and said, "Give me your hand!"

I frowned. "Why?"