She Doesn't Cry Wolf

Dayton was just a naive child. Jane would not mention a single word about the problems between adults. Even if she explained, her son would not understand.

"That's because Daddy and Mommy both want the kid to take after them, while you look like your Daddy."

Dayton was the miniature version of William, and one could tell that they were father and son at first glance.

However, Dayton had rich expressions, while William was always aloof. His hair was combed meticulously, and his shirt was dustless. He looked abstinent.

Jane hugged Dayton and put him on her lap. She caressed his head and felt his joy. The corner of her mouth unconsciously curved up.

"But I also want to be like Mommy."

Dayton touched his face and felt conflicted in his heart. He rubbed against Jane's body and said embarrassedly, "Then Daddy, Mommy, I want a sister, one that looks like Mommy."

Jane didn't dare to answer, so the topic ended here.