In the video.
Alexander's son, Alden Russo, hugged Jocelyn and asked her affectionately, "Aunty, can you be my mom?"
"Can I call you mom?"
The little boy tugged at her arm and said, "I think you're the best aunt in the world, you're my mom."
"I really like you and I really want a mom like you."
"Please be my mom, okay?"
Alexander laughed and called out to him, "Alden, stop being silly."
Jocelyn scolded him. "Alex, why are you saying such a word to him?"
She bent down to be at the child's eye level, her eyes incredibly gentle and asked the little boy, "Do you like me?"
Alden nodded.
"Do you want me to be your mom?"
He even nodded in excitement.
She then responded, "Okay."
"Then call me Mom and I'll be your mom, okay?"
Alden's happy voice echoed in the video and Alexander sent me a voice message.
"Phillip."
"What makes you think you can compete with me?"
"You might as well just give up."
I listened to his voice repeatedly as I looked at my childhood friend, Renee Ryder, sitting beside me with a worried expression.
"Phillip, about the child, are you really not planning to tell Jocelyn?"
She said, "If you say the embryo transfer is successful and you two will have a child, I believe Jocelyn will come back."
"No, I don't want it anymore." I looked at the photos the hospital sent.
In a small petri dish.
It was the child of Jocelyn and me, the continuation of our love that we had longed for for so many years. But now, suddenly, I didn't want to be a father anymore. I didn't want my child to grow up with the same broken childhood trauma as me.
I told Renee, "From the moment she chose Alexander, from the moment she agreed to be his son's mother--"
"She no longer deserves to be the mother of my child."
I had just come out of the doctor's office when I saw Jocelyn, who had accompanied Alden to the hospital. She saw me, instinctively letting go of Alden's hand and calling out to me.
"Phillip!"
"What are you doing here?"
She saw the test result in my hand and questioned me as she was about to come closer.
"Are you sick?"
"Where do you feel unwell? Why didn't you tell me?"
However, before I could answer, Alexander immediately gave his son a push and he cried as he grabbed Jocelyn's hand.
"Mommy."
"My tummy hurts," Alden said, pulling hard on her to stop her from coming closer, "Waaah, my tummy hurts so much."
I watched as hesitation flashed in her eyes and finally, she picked up the child, struggling to look at me.
"Honey, things have priorities, you should understand."
She turned to leave.
I just found it ridiculous.
Renee, holding the payment slip, saw this scene and, in a fit of rage, rushed over and started yelling.
"You bastard!"
"You dare show your face here!"
"Shameless!" Renee lunged to grab Jocelyn. “Too busy for your husband but got time for a bastard, huh?"
She grabbed Jocelyn and shouted. "Don't go! Do you even know what Phillip is—"
"I'm not a bastard!"
Alden struggled to get down from Jocelyn's arms and rushed towards Renee. Renee couldn't dodge in time, but I pulled and pushed her away forcefully. I was hit in the stomach by his hard head and the pain spread throughout my body. My back hit the wall and I fell to the ground, trembling with pain.
Alden, however, persisted, stomping on my stomach.
"You bastard!"
"It's all your fault, you bastard!"
"You seduced my mother!"
"You bastard!"
A crowd gathered around.
They all turned on me, convinced I was a nuisance in other people's marriage and screamed at me, calling me shameless and disgraceful!
Jocelyn stood outside the crowd, looking down at me, as if waiting for me to admit my mistake, as if waiting for my attitude, but I was weak enough to find it difficult to speak out.
"Jo--"
"Jossy."
I struggled to speak, trying to get her to call a doctor, but the little boy cried even harder, rolling on the floor and screaming that his stomach hurt. I watched as a struggle flash in her eyes, but in the end, she picked up the little and told me before leaving.
"Phillip."
"You really need to reflect on yourself."
After check-up, Jocelyn, still holding Alden, remained absent-minded. My weak, pale face kept replaying in her mind. She walked out of the doctor's office anxious and heard someone say something.
"That man was in such a terrible state! He was covered in blood from the impact!"
"It's terrifying to even look at!"
Jocelyn's heart skipped a beat, remembering my face, a wave of immense fear overwhelmed her.
She suddenly pushed Alden away, who was clinging to her affectionately and rushed towards the corridor like a madwoman. But upon seeing a pool of blood on the floor, she froze completely.
