Chapter 1973: That’s your son – are you going to crush him alive?
Shen Luo’an pounded forcefully on the door, his voice booming.
When Aunt Lin saw his bruised fingers, she pleaded in a horrified voice, “Don’t be so aggressive. You’re frightening the child. Don’t scare Manting now!”
Shen Manting heard the goings-on outside. She smirked and turned her gaze to the window in the room.
The window was not too high and was rather wide.
There was a fence behind it and a space less than half a meter in between. Some beautiful flowers were planted there.
She looked at the infant before setting him down on the bed.
She rummaged through her personal belongings and took her purse, ID card, and bank card.
She still had some savings left from her previous job, enough to support her livelihood until she finds a new job.
She gritted her teeth as tears flooded her eyes again.
Forget it.
She would suffer if she stayed.
Shen Luo’an would snatch her child away from her, and she would live a miserable, hellish life.
She had only recently gave birth to the infant. He had yet to claim the infant.
At least Shen Luo’an had a conscience decent enough to not force her into submission.
But when the child became his for the taking later, she would let her guard down. He would then gain not only a child but also a cheap sex object.
She had to leave!
Shen Luo’an was still pounding at the door. Shen Manting snarled, “Stop the commotion! The baby is crying badly enough already!”
Sure enough, the other side of the door fell quiet.
Shen Manting calmed down a little. She hauled two packs of diapers and stuffed them into her large backpack.
Then she perched the infant by the window and opened it wide.
She moved as discreetly as possible. But suddenly the door was unlocked.
Shen Manting was startled. She immediately pulled the baby to her and held him firmly in her arms. She tried to lower herself.
But it was too late.
Shen Luo’an entered and saw Shen Manting trying to escape through the window.
His anger boiled over.
“Shen Manting!”
He roared thunderously.
Shen Manting shuddered all over and started climbing over the fencing with the infant in her arms.
But the fencing was too high for her to climb over. She crouched down immediately and broke into a run.
Shen Luo’an climbed out of the window and tugged her backpack.
Shen Manting screamed, “Don’t touch me! Get lost!”
Shen Luo’an pressed his hand against her mouth and grabbed her tightly from behind.
Aunt Lin was nearby. She almost cried when she saw their tussle.
She ran out the door and met them outside.
Shen Manting was sobbing profusely, while the infant wailed until his voice turned raspy.
Aunt Lin stomped her feet nervously, her heart aching. “Pass me the baby. If you hurt him, you’ll die of a broken heart!”
Shen Manting’s mouth was covered, but she cried even more desperately.
She held onto the infant tightly and refused to let him go.
Shen Luo’an was anxious and clenched his teeth. He softened up at last and said, “We won’t be going back to the capital. Give the baby to Aunt Lin first. He’s your son. Are you going to crush him alive?”
Shen Manting’s eyes were red and swollen. She gradually came back to her senses.
The infant’s voice was hoarse, but he was still wailing.
His little face was flushed red.
Shen Manting was taken aback. She quickly handed him over.
Aunt Lin pacified the infant. Perhaps exhausted from crying himself hoarse, Little Moon slowly calmed down.
Shen Manting quietened down too. But the neighbors passing by gave them odd glances.
Shen Luo’an was still in a foul mood, but seemed much calmer than before.
“Go home first.”