Giselle was haunted by the sense of fear. And her heart skipped a beat.

But thinking of her son, who was still suffering from pain in the hospital, she had no choice but to beg Carr bravely, "Promise me. The operation will be done two days later."

"Get out."

Carr's elegant demeanor disappeared at this moment, and all that was left was anger.

"Randolph can't wait any longer."

Giselle said uneasily. Carr was her last resort.

She knew that Carr was unhappy about her resistance. But in the end, he still had sex with her by force, regardless of her feeling.

When Giselle wanted to say more, Carr's phone rang.

He picked it up and frowned slightly at the name on the screen.

He turned around and said coldly, "Get out of here in five minutes, or no one can save your son!"

Then he answered the phone and walked to another bedroom.

"You'd better have something important to say!"

His assistant, Algernon, was scared by his cold voice.

But he had gotten used to Carr's temperament for years of work.

In a moment, he answered respectfully, "I'm sorry. Mr. Jackson."

"Before you go to the hospital tomorrow, you need to go to the company..."

Carr's voice went away. Giselle came to her senses at the sound of the door closing.

Although he didn't clearly say that he would go to the hospital, Giselle could tell from his words that he would definitely go!

She hurriedly wrapped herself in a quilt and went into the bathroom. After changing her clothes, she left the room as soon as possible.

But what she didn't know was that since she had stepped into Carr's suite, she had become an eyesore to someone.

Even her whereabouts was monitored.

"Tsk, I'm surprised that Mr. Jackson is such a playboy. I'll make a fortune from his succulent titbits."

In the dark, a wretched paparazzi put away his camera and said excitedly to himself.

However, he knew that the photos in his camera could not be sold yet.

He watched Giselle disappear at the end of the corridor and grinned strangely. He called his sponsor.

"How is it?"

The emotionless woman's voice came from the phone.

"Well, let's just say that your dirty tricks don't work well as usual. And Giselle could take an opportunity of it."

"What do you mean?"

"I hear that Senior Mrs. Jackson wants another grandchild. You know, the huge Jackson family needs a healthy child to inherit."

The paparazzi sneered at the picture on his camera.

Although he didn't know what happened between Giselle and Carr in the room.

Judging from Giselle's embarrassed expression and walking posture, he guessed that they must have sex.

"So?" The woman asked with anger and jealousy.

"Well, Mr. Jackson and Giselle went to the room for nearly four hours. What they did was self-evident."

The wretched paparazzi didn't care what she said, which provoked her. He added, "It seems that Mr. Jackson want one more child!"

"Shut up."

The woman hung up unhappily. She clutched the phone tightly with a fierce look.

She was careless three years ago.

But this time, she would never let that woman give birth to Carr's kid again!

"Giselle, screw you! You chose this!"

The next day, Carr prepared to visit Randolph.

Carr finished his work and then went to the hospital. When he arrived, only Randolph was in the ward.

Carr frowned and pursed his lips disapprovingly.

>

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Randolph subconsciously jerked his head to welcome Mommy. Unexpectedly, he met Carr's eyes.

His brief surprise exchanged for the indifference at once.

Carr felt an indescribable strange feeling surging in his heart.

He could feel that Randolph did not welcome him. Although showing no rejection of his appearance, Randolph did not want to see him.

But even so, no one, including his son could stop Carr from doing what he wanted.

He advanced the chair beside Randolph's bed with his slender legs, sat down, and said directly, "You hate me for your mommy's sake?"

Carr had this thought from yesterday they met and assumed that Giselle, his hypocritical mother, affected him.

Randolph frowned but said nothing.

"Your mommy mentioned me a lot in front of you?" continued Carr, ignoring the other silence.

Randolph caught on immediately as he heard what Carr said.

"My mommy has never mentioned you in an unfriendly way. Don't slander my mommy."

He explained weakly but seriously.

Carr was pleased with his attitude. Otherwise, I would become more satisfied.>

"You hate me," said Carr with certainty.

"Yes."

Instead of lying, Randolph admitted directly, staring at Carr with inky eyes fearlessly.

"Can you tell me why?"

Carr put his hand on his knee naturally as everything was under his control, but honestly, he was quite confused about Randolph's unabashed disgust.

It was not easy to accept that his son hated him and told him directly.

"Tell me, what‘s my relationship with you?"

Randolph asked another question instead of answering.

At this moment, Giselle came in with a kettle in her hands before Carr answered.

"Randolph, are you bored alone in the ward?" said Giselle softly as she closed the door.

However, she turned around and watched the two of them looking at her.

A sweet smile appeared on Randolph's pale face as he saw her. He said, "Mommy, he..."

Randolph shot a glance at Carr before continuing, "Daddy said that he would stay with me tonight, so mommy, you can go home and have a good rest."

"What?"

Hearing this, Giselle turned to Carr in surprise.

Carr was also surprised about what happened and didn't show much more surprise than Giselle.

"But..." Giselle was about to speak, but Carr snapped at her.

"Exactly. It's tomorrow that he has an operation. Since I lived here tonight, you could go home."

Carr's voice was still nonchalant and indifferent.

Even before Giselle answered, Carr approached in the direction of the door.