"He did it voluntarily!" Edbert Walker pursed his lips, a disdainful look on his face, "You think I care about him that much! He's just my lapdog!"
These words caused Tercy Mason, who was holding her son, to flush with alternating colors of red and white...
Was Xavier Gale really that despicable?
"Damn it, what did you say!"
Dilbert Walker was furious, grabbed Edbert, and started vigorously kicking him left and right on his buttocks, as if he was kicking a sandbag, using all his strength.
The dull sound of flesh being beaten spread in the quiet living room.
Edbert did not cry out in pain.
His lips tightly bit into the sofa cushion, his little face turned beet red as he rolled in a cold sweat.
Tercy Mason and Ella Lacey stood there, wanting to ask Dilbert to stop, but both maintained an unspoken agreement—
What would Edbert's bad temper lead to when he grew up?
But.
