My Wife Gave My Son's Supercar to Her Sponsored Student

"Well, Cyrus is a good kid, so I accepted him as my godson. Otherwise, he wouldn't be calling me Mom. You were in a bad mood earlier, and you're still acting like this now that you have come home?"

Inside the house, Olivia sat on the sofa, anxiously explaining herself.

Cyrus, sitting beside her, wore an equally sincere expression.

"It's true, Mr. Ford. I owe Olivia a great deal for believing in me and giving me this opportunity. Without your family's help, I'd probably still be working in some remote backwater somewhere."

My gaze shifted between the two of them.

A humorless laugh escaped me.

"So, becoming your godson gives him the right to take someone else's house?"

A flicker of guilt crossed Olivia's face.

Even so, she continued trying to justify herself.

"When you take a godson, of course you have to give him gifts, especially for families like ours. If the gift isn't valuable enough, wouldn't that reflect badly on you?"

As she spoke, she glanced at Jared, who had remained silent the entire time.

"Besides, everything you own will belong to our son eventually anyway. I only prepared a few things for Cyrus."

The moment the conversation turned toward him, Jared lowered his head uncomfortably.

I remained cold and said nothing.

Instead, I took a sip of the tea the housekeeper had just served.

The room fell silent.

No one spoke.

Cyrus saw I wasn’t warming up to him and put on a pitiful expression.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ford. I never meant to cause this much trouble. How about this? I'll give everything back. Maybe that'll help calm you down."

I raised an eyebrow but still didn't respond.

Who taught him to act as though he was making some noble sacrifice by returning things that had never belonged to him in the first place?

As he spoke, Cyrus rose to his feet and started taking off his clothes.

"Oh, Cyrus, don't do this. What are you doing?"

Olivia hurried over and stepped between us, trying to smooth things over while repeatedly glancing in my direction.

"Simon Ford! Cyrus is still just a kid. Are you really going to take back gifts you've already given him? Do you have to make this so embarrassing for me? Can't you be a little more generous?"

Watching Cyrus take off his jacket and shoes while stubbornly keeping the Submariner on his wrist only made my anger flare even higher.

I took a deep breath to keep myself under control.

"That's enough! Stop taking things off."

Olivia immediately broke into a smile.

She stepped forward and lightly hooked an arm through mine.

"See? That's just how you are. I know I was wrong this time. Cyrus, aren't you going to thank Mr. Ford?"

Cyrus paused halfway through removing his clothes before obediently responding, "Thank you, Mr. Ford."

Olivia seemed quite pleased with his reaction and immediately tried to persuade me.

"Simon, I think Cyrus is genuinely smart and considerate. Why don't you take him on as your godson too?"

The color drained slightly from Jared's face at her words.

I caught every change in his expression, and my anger surged again.

"You're really saying something like that right in front of our son? Aren't you worried about hurting his feelings? You want me to take Cyrus as my godson? In your dreams!"

With that, I shook Olivia's hand off.

Her expression stiffened for a moment before she forced it down and blurted out, "Jared isn't even your biological son. You've devoted yourself to him all these years, so what's wrong with having another godson?"

I froze, staring at Olivia in disbelief before instinctively looking at my son.

"What nonsense are you talking about?!"

But Jared's expression remained calm, and he merely gave a bitter smile.

"It's okay, Dad. I've known for a long time."

I shot Olivia a vicious glare and pointed at her, so furious that I couldn't get the words out.

"What did we agree on back then?! Olivia Quinn! Have you been treating my words like they meant nothing?"

Olivia looked somewhat uncomfortable.

After a long pause, she muttered, "I... I accidentally let it slip before! Why are you getting so angry over this?"

"Why am I getting so angry?"

I was on the verge of exploding, barely suppressing the rage inside me.

"Olivia, have I spoiled you too much all these years? Why haven't you told me about everything that's been happening in this family?!"

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