Cynthia’s Cat

The man’s eyes showed a blatant look ~ sentiment "But Amanda, that's your son, you really can't bear to make me mess ~ spoil?"

The woman snorted and said viciously: "Son? I don't have his son. I can't wait for him to die. I have raised him. It's time to repay me."

Booth, who was hiding in the dark and watching all this, his eyes became more and more gloomy. He clenched the knife in his hand and curled his lips upwards. He sneered at the men and women conspiring in the distance. The game has just begun. Don’t let it. He was disappointed.

After the man entered Booth's bedroom, the woman locked the bedroom door, and she turned around indifferently, "Don't blame mother."

After the man entered the bedroom, he couldn't wait. The man came to the bed and opened the quilt. There was no one inside, making him happy. When he was about to leave the room, he found that the bedroom door was locked, man. Realizing that it was broken, did the two mothers and sons come together to lie to him?

A man's angrily voice came from the room, "Damn!!! There is no one in Amanda's bedroom, please open the door to Laozi."

What's going on? She clearly heard the sound of opening the door just now, and Booth usually goes home at this time, hasn't she come back yet?

"Okay, I'll come right away..."

Amanda's voice was interrupted by Booth's cold voice, "Mom! What are you going to do? Are you looking for me?"

Suddenly hearing Booth's voice behind her, Amanda was taken aback. When she looked back, she saw Booth lowered her head and her eyes were covered with too long hair, which looked abnormally gloomy.

Amanda's voice trembled a little, "Booz, you...when did you come back? Why did you show up without making any sound? Are you trying to scare me to death?"

Booth said sorry, but his voice didn't sound apologetic at all, "Sorry, Mom, I scared you."

The anxiety in Amanda's heart gradually eased. Even if Booth had just heard their conversation, she would have expected that Booth would not do anything to her. She knew her son's character was weak, timid, fearful, and gloomy. How could the people resist her.

Amanda said in a reproachful tone: "It's really disobedient. I went home so late. You don't know how much your mother is worried about your safety. You can't do this next time."

Booth cracked his lips and smiled, because the skin hadn't seen the sun for many years, it was very pale, and it looked very gloomy.

"Okay, Mom, I will go home early next time. But! Mom, you have to answer me a question."

Did you hear it? Amanda looked at Booth with guilty conscience, "What...problem?"

Booth paused for a while, and said calmly, "Mom, can you tell me if it's your child?"

Amanda froze for a moment. It turned out that it was not what she thought. Amanda, with a guilty conscience, returned to the usual strong appearance, and she hated the question Booz asked.

"Booz, you just don't want to be the son of a prostitute? When you grow up, you want to get rid of your mother? Haha, I will tell you the truth now, you are my son! You are the son of a prostitute! Forever! !!!"

Booth seems to be confirming something, confirming again, "Mom, you really didn't lie to me? Am I really your son?"

"I don't have to lie to you about this. You are my son. The Finnish Getty Hospital has your birth certificate. If you don't believe it, you can check it."

"So I really am your son." Booth muttered to himself softly, as if to himself.