In the hospital room, Jason gazed at the sleeping child, his brow furrowed in worry. Deep within his dark eyes, there was a profound sense of guilt.
The child's unwillingness to acknowledge him is a consequence of his own actions.
Nowadays, as long as he could sneak a glance at Carl, he would be content with nothing else.
Jason gently held the child's small hand in his palm.
He was afraid of waking the child and didn't want to see Carl resisting him, yet he couldn't bear to let go of this soft warmth.
This is his son, only four years old, experiencing the most wonderful moments of childhood, yet constantly enduring different kinds of pain.
He tightly held the child's small hand, his thin lips slightly parted, and spoke in a soft, low voice, "Actually, the first time I saw you, I felt
