Seeing Kiki looking so aggrieved, his eyes welling up with tears, made Mika Summers's heart ache. She pulled Kiki into her arms and glared up at Tristan Grayson. "Tristan Grayson, why did you yell at him?"
"It's perfectly normal to scold a child when he does something wrong," Tristan Grayson explained helplessly.
"Kiki is my son, and I forbid you from ever using that tone with him again." Hearing Tristan Grayson's matter-of-fact tone, Mika Summers's heart shattered. 'I can't even imagine how he treated Kiki during the two-plus years I was gone.'
At the thought, Mika Summers hugged Kiki even tighter, as if afraid Tristan Grayson would snatch him away.
Tristan Grayson's brow furrowed deeply. "Mika Summers, he's my son too."
"No, he's not! I'm the one who gave birth to Kiki. He's my son, and mine alone."
'Alone?' Tristan Grayson walked over to the sofa, irritated, and sat down.
