Cindy glanced at the child next to her in shock. She thought it was someone else’s child because according to her investigation, Clayton did not have a son and only had one daughter, who was the apple of his eye.

Clayton patted Fischer’s head and gently told him, “Sit properly. The ice cream is about to melt.”

He seemed indifferent as he turned to look at Cindy again.

His voice was faint and light, like smoke.

“Ms. Yeager, what are you trying to do? I’m aware of Mr. Ferguson’s affection for