The Deserted Rich Beauty novel Chapter 2019

The female colleague also had a child at home, so she was very sensitive to children’s emotions.

She could feel it.

This child had an inferiority complex, and he should not be so sensitive at this age.

Another male colleague echoed.

“Yeah, he slept with me in the dormitory last night. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to coax him or that he would cry, so I was prepared to stay up all night. But the child knew how to wash his face, hands, and feet all by himself and even went to sleep alone. He didn't bother me at all. The next day, he was already awake when I woke up. He's such a sensible kid. I think I’d wake up laughing in my dreams if I had such an obedient kid...

"Hahaha! You need to get a girlfriend first!"

Everyone was talking and laughing, so they did not notice that Eric had walked in with a dark face.

Eric frowned, and his eyes were deep and cold.

Mitchell coughed from behind.

The crowd suddenly stopped laughing.

Eric pushed the door into the conference room.

The child was sitting obediently in the chair with his head lowered. When he heard the sound, he suddenly jolted upright.

He climbed down from the chair and silently walked in front of Eric.

The child was wearing the same clothes from yesterday. It was just a little wrinkled.

He looked at Eric eagerly, took out a sticky note and pen that he carried with him from his pocket, and wrote letter by letter, "You are my daddy.”

Eric narrowed his eyes and did not speak.

He was looking at the child with scrutiny.

The boy continued to write, "Will you throw me away too?”

He held up the post-it note and looked at Eric's face cautiously.

That cautious look made Eric feel sorry for him.

The boy said "too".

Eric’s eyes flickered slightly. He felt sorry for the boy, but when he thought about the boy's mother, Eric’s heart became cold.

He looked at the boy in front of him.

"What's your name?"

He vaguely remembered that Angie seemed to have mentioned it, but he did not take it to heart at all.

The child’s expression eased up, ;d-=YJV= he immediately wrote his name.

"Chance Ferguson.”

Eric was slightly surprised that this child could write so many words. However, it made sense because the boy could not speak, so he was forced to write.

His last name was Ferguson.

Heh...

That was Angie's intention.

Eric looked at Chance with cold eyes, and his tone was indifferent.

"Are you a mute?"

Chance lowered his head instantly as if he had done something wrong. He tried to cover up his reddened eyes.

He stood there with his feet together, looking lost. His little body was tense as if he had accepted this kind of condescending and pitiful gaze from others countless times. He also braced himself to hear some mocking words.

Eric saw the boy looking like this and narrowed his eyes.

"You've been living with Angie?"

Chance raised his head and shook his head.

Eric raised his eyebrows and did not continue to ask.

As long as Chance did not follow Angie, Eric could have a better attitude toward him.

It did not matter to Eric who raised Chance.

Angie only thought about how to expand her power, so she probably did not have time to take care of Chance personally.

Eric pursed his lips and pondered for a moment before he spoke.

"We are father and son biologically, so I won't throw you away. I'll arrange a place for you as long as you’re obedient."

Chance raised his eyes, looked at him for a few seconds, and simply nodded.

His eyes overflowed with joy, and he relaxed as he thought, 'Great! Daddy doesn’t hate me or disown me.'

Eric did not want to see the boy's innocent and cautious gaze anymore as if he owed the child.

After Eric finished speaking, he turned around and walked out.