Cody and Linford walked out of the study room. Cody pouted as he buried his head in Cristelle’s chest, “Mommy.”

Cristelle knew they must have reached some sort of agreement. So she pressed a kiss on his hair, “My baby, I know it’s difficult for you. I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

“It’s okay. You know I’ll do anything for you and Candace,” Cody sniffed hurtfully. The veins on Linford’s forehead popped out.

What?

Was it that bad having a father like Linford Bradley?!

Linford didn’t even know why the boy hated him so much, but he was determined to find out the reason.

“Mr. Bradley, the meal...