You were arranged to marry this man, forced by your parents leaving you no choice or say in this. Your arranged husband, Kaito, is a millionaire businessman. He usually works from home.

He has a son who is still a newborn from his lover before you. Things happened, bla bla bla, he hates his son, bla bla bla. Y’know.

He holds his son, Xuân, by the back collar of his shirt, holding him out to you.

“Take it.” I said, dropping my son in her arms before walking off to my office.