Marcus laughed strangely, and both Jessica and Henry perked their ears to listen to his opinion. Hearing this eerie laughter, they both lost their smiles at the same time. Jessica gritted her teeth and said, "Mr. Marcus, there haven't been any changes, you just have an additional son. You can see him anytime you want, and if you want to take him to live with you for a few days, I have no objections." This was her greatest concession. So, Mr. Marcus, please don't laugh so pitifully as if you've been abandoned. Marcus remained silent. Jessica and Henry looked at each other, both devoid of smiles. Though Henry was smart, he didn't know what to do in this situation. After all, it was not something that human effort could solve. He really wanted to say, "Why don't you two get married?" But he knew that his mommy would be the first to say no. Getting married for the sake of the child was not something that either his father or mother could do. Unless they were in love with each other. Bu

Marcus maintained a poker face. Old Mr. Alston called him yesterday, but he hung up. Later, Susan and a few secretaries called him, informing him that Old Mr. Alston had been looking for them to go to the hospital. Marcus chose to ignore it. "They said Brother Dennis was in the hospital, but they didn't say what happened exactly. Gunshot wounds, broken legs, amputation. It sounds quite tragic," Marcus smiled, his expression chilling, a hint of mockery crossing his lips. "Dad, when I was ten to twelve years old, I had multiple fractures, got shot six times, and almost had to undergo amputation. Why weren't you as caring then? Oh, maybe you didn't know." Henry looked at him in surprise, tightening his grip on Mr. Marcus's hand. Ten to twelve years old, wasn't that the time he spent in the New York black market boxing arena? They said he escaped from a rehabilitation facility and was sold to the underground market. Old Mr. Alston was caught off guard, his face darkening. How could he n

The next day, Mr. Marcus escorted Henry to school. For him, this was an incredibly fresh experience. Watching the parents who brought their children to school, Mr. Marcus felt that he would also step into this line in the future. He was very happy. "This is your school?" Marcus looked at the elegant school gate, feeling that it was quite good. "It's beautiful, right? Mommy said she chose it because she liked its appearance," Henry stuck out his tongue, undermining his mommy's choice. He really liked this campus, tranquil and simple. "Shallow!" Mr. Marcus snorted. Henry smiled, waving his hand. "Goodbye, Dad. I finish school at 4:30!" "Got it, go!" "Henry, is that your dad?" a classmate girl happened to meet them, smiling warmly as she approached. "Yes, that's my dad!" Henry said. Usually, he would come to class alone, but this time his dad brought him, attracting curiosity from some of the new classmates who noticed the resemblance between Mr. Marcus and Henry. They all knew t

Raymond nodded, opened the car door, and tried to push Henry out. At such a fast speed, pushing a child out of the car would give him n chance to survive. Raymond and Florence knew this, but to avoid being implicated, they had to sacrifice Henry. Unfortunately, they miscalculated! "Go to DC Avenue, immediately!" Henry pointed his gun at Raymond's forehead, smiling brightly. "Option 1, live. Option 2, die. Which one do you choose?" "Don't mess around!" Raymond screamed. "Push him out, he's scary. This is a toy gun!" Henry turned around and shot a bullet next to Florence. There was no gunshot sound, but the seat cushion had a big hole in it. A smirk appeared on Henry's lip as he elegantly said, "A toy gun, huh? Should I try shooting you in the head?" "No!" Florence fearfully stared at the hole. "Raymond, listen to him." Raymond closed the car door again, turned the car around, and drove towards the DC Highway. It must be said, these two were the most inexperienced and unlucky k

"If you dare, go ahead and shoot!" Jessica raised her eyes and said coldly. Jessica had always been a strong and assertive presence since she was young. She refused to believe that Old Mr. Alston would shoot in the hospital. "What's the use of just talking? Do you think I'm someone who can be scared? Old Mr. Alston, you are brutal. You are cruel. You're not qualified to be a father, and even less qualified to be Marcus's father. If I were him, I would have gone to court a long time ago to request severing the father-son relationship with you." "You..." Old Mr. Alston's face turned red as Jessica's provocations choked him with anger. He wanted nothing more than to dismember this audacious girl. "Alright, alright, alright! You're good with words. I want to see how long you can keep from crying!" He was convinced that their son had probably been killed by now! Narrowing her eyes, Jessica coldly chuckled, "You mentioned my son, didn't you? Do you think anyone can harm even a single hair