Looking at the child's clean clothes and fair face, I finally realized what was wrong.
Children raised in rural areas were mostly naughty and liked to play in the fields, so their skin couldn't be so tender and fair.
It seemed like they lied.
2
"Grace, come in with me. We need to have a talk for a moment."
I lowered my eyes and turned into the room.
Grace followed me in impatiently, pointing at me and scolding me as soon as she entered the door.
"Billy, are you crazy today? My mom just said a few words to you, but you looked so gloomy. Who are you doing this for?
"She brought the child back to us for our own good. He's a boy and can take care of us in our old age. What else do you want?"
I glanced at Grace, who looked arrogant. She seemed to have forgotten who the infertile person was.
"Grace, we agreed earlier that we would not have children but live on our own in the future. Besides, my money is enough for us to support ourselves in our old age. I don't need a stranger to do it."
When Grace realized that I was angry, her expression changed immediately. She hugged her chest with one hand and poked my shoulder with the other.