Though he was surprised that I would come to his living quarters to see him, Mason did not shut me out.
I was brought in, and Mason had left the door open. After I went in, I looked at Mason, who was sitting on the sofa, with an icy gaze.
Mason stood up from the sofa and poured a glass of water before putting it on the coffee table. He then looked at me and said, "Have a seat."
I glanced at him but did not walk over. I instead looked around the house.
It was a three-bedroom apartment that was quite nicely decorated.
My gaze turned cold as I stepped inside and started looking around.
When Mason saw me acting like this, he frowned. " What's the meaning of this, Wanda?"
I ignored him and continued searching.
Unfortunately, I did not manage to find Munchkin after searching every corner of the house. The rage in my heart intensified.
I quickly walked up to Mason and picked up the glass of water on the coffee table, splashing it on his face. M
y expression was probably all contorted by now. "Stop dreaming, Mason. I'll not let him live with you. You'd better return him to me or I'll follow you until the day you’re willing to give him back to me.”
The water on Mason's face slid down to his blouse, soaking it. He closed his eyes for a moment and asked coldly, "What exactly are you saying, Wanda?"
"Stop pretending!" I shouted furiously. "Didn't you go through all this trouble just to keep Munchkin with you? Never! I will never give my son to you!"
He grew a little angry. "Are you out of your mind, Wanda? I would never do such a thing no matter how much I want to keep Munchkin by my side."
I sneered. I looked at him and said mercilessly, "Why not? What is it that you won't do? How noble do you think an unscrupulous businessman like you can be?"
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