He's My Son!

When those accusations were leveled, Timothy saw the little boy cry even fiercer.

As he cried, he explained to the elderly people, "Gramps and Grannies, Daddy treats me really good. He won't leave me."

The boy had red lips, pearly-white teeth, and facial features as delicate as a porcelain doll. That alone made him very likable to begin with, and his miserable appearance elicited even more pity from those elderly people.

As a result, they stepped up their efforts again.

One old lady stepped forward directly and roared while pointing at Timothy, "You were about to abandon your child, but he's still saying good things about you. This is the first time I've ever seen a father as heartless as you!"

"Hey ladies, snap a picture of him! We're going to expose him as a useless father!"

Timothy frowned, and his temples were sore.