Chapter 753

Trystan said nothing. He knew as well as anyone that Asher needed a mother, but deep down, he believed that what Asher truly wanted was Bethany—just as he did. "Trys, you have no idea how scared I was at preschool today," Bianca said, her voice trembling. "When Ash got into that fight, his eyes were red from rage. If Ms. Garcia hadn't stepped in, he might've..." She sighed. "Ash is still young now, but what if he's like this when he's a teenager, or even as an adult? Aren't you worried?" Trystan's voice was cold. "Ash doesn't lash out without a reason. That kid broke his toy." "So, he had to fight just because his toy was broken?" Bianca's voice wavered with worry as she added, "Do you want him to end up in prison?" Trystan fell silent again. At that time, he had consulted an expert from abroad, who explained that people with congenital analgesia were at a much higher risk of committing crimes. They couldn't feel pain and had difficulty understanding other people's emotions. Bein