Family
“Who are you? Let me go!” Terry kicked his short legs in protest. Being carried like this was squeezing his belly uncomfortably, and his baby bottle was wobbling dangerously—that was his precious milk supply! He’d rather die than lose it.
He was already imagining chopping off this big pig trotter’s hand and feeding it to the dogs!
Howard was just as surprised. He never expected to bump into Mark here.
He glanced at the private room number—504. He’d definitely check later to see who was inside.
“Mark, what are you doing here? Who brought you? If your dad finds out you came to a place like this, he’ll definitely give you a beating.”
Mark?
Terry stopped struggling, his big eyes spinning as he scanned the man.
Who the heck is that?
“Uncle, I think you’ve got the wrong person,”
