Chapter 1699

“Don’t even mention our son. It’s torture for him to live with you.” She got angry at him when she thought about her son’s autistic presentations.

“You can’t blame me for that. He lacked motherly love since young. Naturally, he’d be different from other children.”

Quincy sneered and questioned, “In other words, you’re blaming me for how he turned out?”

“Yes, you hold the main responsibility for this.”

Quincy did not want to argue with him. He had always been shameless and stubborn.

“Terry, come in,” she called him in.

Terry pushed the door open and walked in. He took out a shotgun from his pocket and aimed it at Dayton when he saw her being trapped in his arms. “Let go of the young miss.”

Dayton simply glanced at the muzzle of the gun, which was aimed at him, without paying it any mind. He showed no intentions to let go of Quincy as well.

After all, he occasionally used guns as well.

“Terry left with you. It’s no wonder I couldn’t find him for such a long time.”