4

My alcoholic father died in a car accident and left me a compensation.

The violent home I had desperately tried to escape from was now my only safe haven.

Looking at my leaving back, Wanda Smith pursed her red lips and was about to take a step forward, but was stopped by Lucas.

He said with a pale face that he suddenly felt unwell, possibly suffering from hypoglycemia.

Wanda Smith hesitated for a moment, and ultimately chose not to chase me. Instead, she turned and walked towards a nearby vending machine.

On the day my lawyer prepared the divorce agreement for me, I received a call from Wanda Smith.

She told me anxiously: "My son is sick. Come to the old house before six o'clock."

She hung up the phone before I could ask about her condition.

Arriving at the Smith family ancestral home, I found that the whole family was there.

They were having a family dinner, and my son was sandwiched between Wanda Smith and Lucas .

In this situation, to outsiders, they look like a real family of three.

I walked towards my son whom I hadn't seen for a long time, stroked his cheek, and asked him what was wrong.

The little boy's facial features are almost a replica of Wanda Smith.

But my son slapped my hand away in disgust, glared at me warily, and turned to Lucas for help, hugging his arm tightly.

Lucas rubbed my son's head affectionately and said innocently:

"Julian is not sick, Brother Raymond, did you take the wrong sleeping pills or remember the wrong things?"

After I said this, the Smith family members looked at me with strange expressions and interest.

I know they laughed at me in their hearts, especially Wanda Smith 's sister Lucy Smith . She always thought I was not worthy of her sister and made things difficult for me.

In the past, I always chose to be tolerant for Wanda Smith's sake.

But this time, I don’t want to be a good person without bottom line.

“Wanda Smith, you told me on the phone that the child was sick and asked me to come over.

I finally got there, but your boyfriend said everything was fine.

Who is lying? Or are you the ones who are really sick?"

I didn't expect my attitude to be so tough, and a hint of panic flashed in Lucas' eyes.

He hesitated and wanted to explain, but I didn't give him a chance. I lowered my eyes and warned him:

"Lucas, it's your business if you like being a married woman's lapdog.

But don’t use my son as a tool to win your favor, or I’ll be rude.” The blunt sarcasm made Lucas’ face turn green and red, and his eyes quickly turned red.

"Pah!" Wanda Smith put down her chopsticks and stared at me with a sharp gaze:

"The child has had a cold for several days. Have you, as a father, shown any concern for him?

Also, you're late.

Since you have such a poor sense of time, go to the side hall and have dinner with the servants."

Wanda Smith always keeps her word.