Reborn My Dying Son and the Wife Who Betrayed Us

I am the most generous man for miles around.

The factory director's wife's older sister's husband brought his son to stay with us, and he looked enviously toward the master bedroom:

"This bedroom is so spacious and beautiful. If we could live here, Tommy would definitely be able to temporarily forget the nightmare of his mother's death..."

Jasmine Sullivan was still hesitating, and I smiled and proactively picked up the bedding. "It's okay. It's the same if I squeeze in with my son."

On the day the snow fell the heaviest, Jasmine drove the factory vehicle to pick up our son from school.