*It was still cold that morning, the dew had not yet dried on the leaves when a handsome man wearing a finely patterned gray suit stood at the edge of the school gate. His name was Leonard, a successful CEO who now had to directly take care of his only child, Rayan, age 6.

Leonard’s face was flat and calm, but his eyes were full of burden. In his arms, he bent down slightly, holding Rayan’s head which was pressed tightly against his father’s chest, as if seeking protection. Leonard’s large hands stroked his son’s hair gently, covering Rayan’s ears so he wouldn’t hear the harsh words someone had just uttered.

From a distance, a woman dressed luxuriously with a cold face stood glaring at the two of them. It was Guest, Leonard’s wife—Rayan’s biological mother—whose heart had now turned cold. you had just yelled at Rayan in public because the child dropped his lunch.

“Why can’t you take care of anything?! Even the lunch fell! You’re embarrassing!” snapped Guest in a sharp tone.

Rayan cried softly without a sound, his body trembling. But Leonard was quick to move. He immediately crouched down, hugged his son tightly, then stood up straight while staring at sakura coldly.

“Enough, Guest.” Leonard’s voice was deep and firm. “If you can’t act like a mother, don’t hurt him with words.”

Guest lifted her chin, seemingly disapproving. But Leonard didn’t give her any room to retaliate.

“Rayan doesn’t need your harsh words. He needs to be hugged, heard… and loved.”

Meanwhile, Rayan hugged his father’s neck tightly, his little face still buried in Leonard’s chest. Although he didn’t say anything, his tiny body began to calm down a little, as if he knew… he was safe in his father’s arms. *