Chapter 3904

The gifts that Sonny’s mother had sent were intended for his grandparents and father, but his aunt Chelsea had complained, pressuring him to call his mom and request a New Year’s gift for her as well. However, Sonny was reluctant to do so; he believed that people who were not good did not deserve gifts.

“Sonny,” Mrs. Brown said softly, her voice wavering. Unsure how to respond, she redirected her frustration toward her husband. “You shouldn’t have said all those things in front of Sonny. He’s just a child. It’s not right for him to hear that.”

Mr. Brown, however, remained steadfast. “Now you’re concerned about him being a child? If you didn’t want his ears polluted, you should have dealt with Chelsea! She’s the one with these shameless schemes—always trying to take advantage of Liberty.

“If it weren’t for Sonny, do you think Serenity would have spared us back then? Mr. York had every reason to crush us. Instead, they let us off easy for Sonny’s sake. But your daughter? She doesn’t appreciate anything! She still wants to exploit Liberty. Does she think Liberty will just sit back and let her push her around like she did before?”

Mrs. Brown had no response; her husband’s anger left her speechless.

In an attempt to ease the tension, Hank brought a pot of chrysanthemum tea to his father. “Dad, here. Have some tea to cool down. You know Chelsea isn’t going to change. The best we can do is limit how often she visits. We can’t let her near Sonny anymore.”

He crouched down and picked Sonny up in his arms. “Sonny, I’m sorry,” he said, his tone laden with guilt. “You came back to visit for just a couple of days, and you’ve already been caught up in all this drama. From now on, I’ll make sure your aunt…”

“Don’t let her nonsense bother you; you shouldn’t have to hear it or deal with her at all.”

Sonny wrapped his small arms around Hank’s neck, his voice bright and cheerful. “It’s okay, Dad. I know you love me now. I’m not mad.”

Children have a remarkable ability to move past adult conflicts, and Sonny’s innocent understanding brought a lump to Hank’s throat. Sonny’s maturity and kindness reflected how well Liberty and Serenity had raised him. Hank felt grateful that he hadn’t fought for custody; had Sonny been forced to live in the toxic environment of the Brown household, it could have harmed him.

As Hank reflected on his past decisions, he felt a bittersweet sense of relief for allowing Liberty to raise their son. Even if Liberty remarried, Sonny would always be her priority. Hank realized he hadn’t shown that same level of dedication; when he remarried Jessica, his focus shifted to having more children rather than on Sonny’s well-being. Hank’s voice softened with emotion. “Sonny, thank you for still wanting me as your dad, even after everything.”

Sonny gazed at him with unwavering affection. “You’re my dad, and you’ll always be my dad. Mom says Uncle Duncan is my second dad, so I’m luckier than most kids. I have two dads who love me.”

The little boy paused, his expression serious. “Mom told me that when I grow up, I have to be good to you. She said you work very hard to take care of me. She also said something like, ‘You raised me when I was little, so I’ll take care of you when you’re old.'”

Though Sonny may not fully understand the depth of his mother’s words, his sincerity made them all the more powerful.

“Dad,” Sonny added, his tone resolute, “you work hard.”

“You need to rest, and you should eat the gift that Mom sent for you. Don’t let Aunt take it away.” Hank held Sonny tightly, his eyes welling up with unshed tears. He felt a surge of affection. “You’re my dad, and you’ll always be my dad. Mom says Uncle Duncan is my second dad, so I’m luckier than most kids. I have two dads who love me.”

Sonny paused, his expression sincere. “Mom told me that when I grow up, I have to be good to you. She said you work very hard to take care of me. She also mentioned something like, ‘You raised me when I was little, so I’ll take care of you when you’re old.'”

Although Sonny might not fully understand the weight of his mother’s words, his sincerity made them all the more impactful.

“Dad,” Sonny added, his tone resolute, “you work hard, so you need to rest. And you should eat the gift Mom sent for you. Don’t let Aunt take it away.”

Hank hugged Sonny tightly again, his eyes brimming with tears. He nodded, his voice thick with emotion. “Don’t worry, Sonny. I promise—I’ll eat the gift your mom sent. Your aunt won’t take it away.”