"Yo, kid, you're so young, and you're already trying to steal a woman from me!"
"Who says Mommy is yours?" Glades Horne asked, very displeased.
A son was a son, but he couldn't compete with him for Julia. Julia would always belong to him alone.
"Because only I call her 'Mommy,'" Ivan Horne declared with righteous indignation.
Julia casually sat down on the sofa, amusedly watching the father and son who were at loggerheads.
"Daddy, you don't even call Mommy 'Mommy,' so Mommy is mine alone. I want to sleep with Mommy." The following words from Ivan Horne made Julia unable to hold back her chuckle, and she laughed out loud.
Children's words are unfiltered, incredibly amusing.
Glades Horne's eyes widened even more, and his face turned an indiscernible shade of dark.
This kid, he wanted *him* to call Julia 'Mommy'?
"Ivan Horne, turn around, lift your foot, walk away!"
Glades Horne was too lazy to talk nonsense with his son anymore and commanded sternly.
