When Long Nhật saw Hoàng Trí's face, he caught the familiarity of that face through the photographs that his mother used to call his father. He couldn't help but be overjoyed; after so many long, dragging years, he had finally found the person he had always wanted to meet. He immediately ran up with joy and innocence, hugging him tightly and saying: "Dad, I've found you!"

To the surprise of both, Trí immediately pushed the boy away, leaned down, and whispered: "Child, don't talk nonsense in broad daylight like this!" "Huh? But..."

After that, Lan Hương pulled Long Nhật's hand away and told him to keep silent. Before they could say anything else, two cars suddenly arrived and parked in front of the house. Both cars were extremely luxurious, possessing an expensive and opulent appearance. Hoàng Trí immediately turned pale; he went to the front of the two cars, then turned back, implying that Hương and Nhật must keep quiet and behave themselves. The doors of the two cars opened afterward.

A woman with a high-class and luxurious aura stepped out of the car along with two children—the older one about 14 years old and the younger one 9 years old. Both were her sons. Following them, two middle-aged people stepped out from the second car, yet they also exuded an aura of wealth and power. The grandmother held the hand of a little girl about 6 years old, apparently her granddaughter. All three children were the offspring of that woman, Thiên Kim. Yes, all three were also the children of Hoàng Trí.

Being back home, all three children only cared about running straight into the gate, while Kim talked to her husband: "Who are you talking to?"

Right after, the parents of both Hoàng Trí and Thiên Kim stood frozen after turning around and seeing Lan Hương. Of course, all of them recognized her; all the memories of the past rushed back—the day they bluntly rejected her and forced her to break up with Trí, the day they drove her away and rejected that pregnancy. They were even more terrified when they saw Long Nhật; it turned out the child from back then had now grown this big. Thiên Kim's blood boiled with rage, her eyes flashing with fires of jealousy. As for Trí's parents, their faces were filled with disgust, criticizing her low-class status after all these years.

Right at that moment, drops of rain began to fall. How ironic, this painful situation was accompanied by a cold rain. Hoàng Trí immediately became a bit panicked. He forced a reassuring smile before guiding his wife and parents inside: "Everyone, don't worry, I am handling it, nothing will happen..."

When the three of them went inside, Hoàng Trí turned back to shoot Lan Hương a reproachful glare; he had even intended to just throw some money at her and leave inside as well. But Hương wouldn't let him go; she wanted to settle the matter at least this time, this one unique time, and if possible, she would never come here again. It was raining, and the road was far away; she was afraid Nhật would fall ill—after all, he was his son too, she pleaded. Thus, Trí had no choice but to let them both in.

Of course, to him, he wouldn't let the two sit in the living room or on any chair at all; he led them down to the very end of the garden, where there was only a tarpaulin overhead to shield them from the rain but could not block the cold wind: "You sit there, I will come down later."

The rain was still pouring heavily, and the atmosphere was terrifyingly silent. The sound of footsteps from the maids still echoed throughout the space, but they only made the atmosphere tenser. The once-innocent Long Nhật could now also feel a bit of sadness; he looked up at Hương and asked: "Mom... does Dad not want to meet me? Why didn't Dad hug me?"

Lan Hương seemingly couldn't hold back her heart, almost bursting into tears. She hugged her child and gently advised him, even though she knew it was a lie: "Your father loves you very much, but his way of showing it is just different from mine."

Right at that moment upstairs, Thiên Kim threw things around the room while Hoàng Trí followed behind; he knew she was going to go crazy. Kim glared and turned to look at her husband, speaking in an absolutely furious voice: "Are you crazy? Are you planning to bring her back to be your second wife???" "Oh my god, what are you thinking? I am not insane." "Then explain it, why did that woman come here?" "A few months ago, I wanted to completely stop having anything to do with her... but maybe she wouldn't accept it, so now she found her way here on her own! Who would ever invite her." "Truly a shameless kind! That kind of woman... Go and speak to her quickly then kick her out fast. Oh my god... seeing her for one second makes me truly want to kill someone!"

Hoàng Trí nodded and tried to calm his wife down; inside, he was also fearful, not only because of affection but also regarding the shares he currently held. But he clearly knew things weren't that simple; it involved financial support and responsibility. Therefore, he went back to the rear of the garden, gesturing for Lan Hương to step forward—just her alone, while Nhật remained sitting there.

Lan Hương told her son to sit still and behave, and she would be right back. Long Nhật watched his mother walk away, his eyes full of hope that the conversation would surely reunite them into a family. But dreams are always illusions.

Lan Hương then stepped up to Hoàng Trí:

 "Why did you stop providing support for our child? We agreed with each other that you still have to provide for Long Nhật; even if you can't always be present by his side, you must have some responsibility, right?"

 "Yes, I'm not doing it anymore. Look, even if I am wealthier than you, I have my own family and a ton of other things to worry about as a 'rich' person. Besides, I've rethought it; right from the start, I was involved in stopping you and advising you not to give birth to the boy, but you bluntly refused and demanded to keep him. Back then, we even wanted to give you money, but who told you to choose the opposite? So now, you have to take responsibility for your own decision."

 "How can you say that and think it's acceptable? Abortion is taking a life, it's taking a life! You tell me to take responsibility—brother, you haven't fulfilled the responsibility of a father, so you must at least contribute to raising the child!"

 "Do you think I only have him to worry about? Truly annoying, who told you to keep and raise him by yourself from the beginning anyway? Knowing you couldn't afford to raise him yet you still gave birth to him!"

Hoàng Trí's heavy shout struck right at Lan Hương's maternal pride; not only that, it was a final stop, a sharp blade stabbing into her heart, stabbing into the love she once deemed beautiful. Thinking that their past bond would hold onto something, she didn't expect it had long been just a rotten deception. She burst into tears: "You... you don't love me anymore, but at least love Nhật a little bit? He is your son too, isn't he?"

Hoàng Trí clicked his tongue and frowned, looking away; he sighed in exhaustion before those tears. For a long time, he no longer had any feelings for her—no, from the start, she was to him merely a passing plaything that accidentally left a consequence. Afterward, he pulled out his wallet, drew a stack of cash, and then threw it straight at Hương's face. The banknotes flew up and scattered all over the floor, like a termination he wanted to declare: 

"This amount of money is worth several months of support; since you chose it yourself, carry the consequences yourself! And from now on, don't you dare bring that face to my house again! Want to ruin other people's family happiness? No way! Now everything is completely ended, get the hell back home! Take that piece of garbage back with you too! If you dare to do anything else, don't say I didn't warn you!"

Hoàng Trí turned sharply on his heel and left, leaving her alone. Along with the humiliation.

She suffered so much; that body of hers bent down to pick up each banknote, her face streaming with tears. It was deeply humiliating, having to bend down to pick up money that had been thrown in one's face, but if she didn't take it, where would she get the money to raise her child? Should she just walk away? Then what was the initial purpose of coming here? Wanting to leave in a daze, but later when her child cries of hunger or falls sick, she would have to painfully beg for every single penny. Stepping into the house to meet him from the start was already humiliating enough, so be it, she gritted her teeth and endured it to the end.

Meanwhile, Long Nhật still sat completely still, behaving himself in his seat. He didn't dare to utter a single sound, quiet as a mouse, bowing his face toward the ground. Poor boy, while he bowed his face and wasn't paying attention, so many glares from the maids darted at him with disdain. Surely they had heard the fabricated stories from Thiên Kim.

While he was bowing his face toward the ground, suddenly a ball hit his leg. And he looked up. He saw the child, the second son, standing there looking at him.