My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 944

Chapter 944: Chapter 928: Return It Chapter 944: Chapter 928: Return It Yes, the child was stolen.

He had never thought that Zhang Xiangcao would give him her grandson to look after, he had that much self-awareness, to not commit actions that shouldn’t be done, let alone dream of them.

Gao Peng’s father nodded, “Your mom stole him, she went there and gathered scraps every day, squatting for several months.

In the end, I don’t know how she did it, but that night she brought the child back home.”

“Your mom didn’t steal someone else’s child, she just stole her own grandson.”

So, Gao Peng truly felt as if he were holding a ticking time bomb in his arms, this child, his own grandson.

“Anyway, he doesn’t look like you, nor does he resemble anyone from our Gao Family.”

Gao Peng’s father scrutinized the child.

Indeed, this wasn’t their family’s child, not resembling the Gao Family in the slightest, but instead bearing a striking resemblance to that Tang Sisi, and also to that Zhang Xiangcao.

“Grandson, grandson...”

Gao Peng hurriedly picked up his grandson, and maybe it was indeed blood being thicker than water, for he liked the child the moment he saw him.

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Now knowing the child was his grandson, his affection only grew.

The joy stemming from within, where did it come from if not from their blood ties?

This was his grandson, just look at how well he has grown.

But after his initial joy, he felt like crying just like his own father.

“Dad, what should we do?”

When Gao Peng didn’t know the child was his grandson, he had thought of sending him away, fearing they might accidentally hurt someone else’s child, and if the parents came looking, it would be difficult to explain.

But now that he knew the child was from his own family, his grandson, the sole descendant of the Gao Family, he couldn’t bear to let go.

“How about we move?”

Gao Peng truly felt there was nothing more important than his own grandson now.

Maybe they should move, to a place where nobody knew them.

Then he could think of a way to hide the child’s identity, and after a few years, when the child had grown up, no one would come looking.

“Move?” Gao Peng’s father was not as impulsive as Gao Peng’s mother, certainly much calmer than Gao Peng.

“Where can we move to?”

Yes, where could they move to?

“I’m afraid they’ll trace it back to us.”

“What if they can’t trace it?”

Gao Peng also harbored that slight hope.

The child seemed impossible to keep.

They had stolen someone’s child; they couldn’t possibly return him, and he also feared being killed if he did.

“What else can we do?” Gao Peng’s father sighed, his aged face etched with weariness, “Years ago, your mom and I favored the rich over the poor, you became the heartless one, and now you still want a grandson?

This is our retribution.”

“Take advantage of your mom’s absence, send him back secretly.

Don’t tell anyone, don’t let anyone see.

If you encounter someone, just beg for their mercy.”

In the past, Gao Peng would never deign to beg or even bow his head before others, feeling discomfort in his heart.

But now, not only would he beg, he would even kneel if necessary.

“Go now, while your mom isn’t back, and don’t let her see him either.”

Gao Peng’s father stroked the child’s hair one last time, truly reluctant to part, but some separations are inevitable.

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“But what about my mom...”

Gao Peng knew his mother’s temperament.

She was usually timid and indecisive.

How could she have committed such an insane act?

And if she could steal once, she might very well do it a second time if he sent the child away.

“I will talk to her,” said Gao Peng’s father, who also had never imagined his usually silent wife capable of such madness, going as far as stealing a child.

But between son and grandson, they could only choose one.

If not the son, then were they really going to choose the grandson?

He couldn’t take the risk and neither could Gao Peng.

Gao Peng swayed the child in his arms, “Look how well this child has grown.

If only we could keep him close, that would be wonderful.”

Gao Peng really couldn’t part with the child.

Yet Gao Peng’s father turned his face away, refusing to look any longer not out of hatred, disdain, or any other reason, but because he truly couldn’t bear the separation.

He feared that another glance would make it even harder to send the child away.

Keeping the child in their family was not a good thing.

Given the other family’s influence, finding them was only a matter of time.

And if the child wound up in newspapers or on television, were they meant to never go outside?