CHAPTER 498: DAD HIT ME!!

"Serves you right." Robert Stephens looked at him. "Lacking ability, and trying to imitate wrongdoing, caught red-handed, still having the face to cry."

With tears in his eyes, George Stephens said, "Dad hit me."

He was extremely aggrieved.

Robert extended his hand, touching George’s swollen cheek with his pale cool fingertips, and slightly furrowed his brow.

Edward Stephens hadn’t been gentle; the swelling might not go down for a week.

"Have someone apply a warm compress later," he said. "Tonight was a lesson."

George was infuriated, unwilling to accept it, "It was clearly that awful woman’s fault, why did Dad hit me?"

Robert eyed him, and said coldly, "Because you’re stupid."

George didn’t expect him to offer no comfort, but instead to mock his intelligence. Angrily, he pushed him away and jumped down from his arms.

"You’re in cahoots with that awful woman!" he said resentfully, vigorously wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, angry like a little lion, "I never want to have anything to do with you again!"

"..." Being contradicted like this, Robert was also slightly annoyed. Simply ungrateful! Doing something foolish and getting caught, still throwing a tantrum,

Robert’s expression turned gloomier, coldly saying, "If you don’t want to deal with me, then get lost! Instead of reflecting properly, you’re throwing a fit here. Is this how I usually educate you?!"

"Sir..."

The elderly butler had to step forward to mediate.

He advised, "Young Master is still young, he doesn’t know better. Don’t be angry with him."

On the other side, hearing Robert’s words, George seemed to be severely affected, looking at Robert in disbelief with a pale face, seemingly about to collapse.

Even more exaggerated than the beating from Edward.

He whimpered, suddenly pushing the butler behind him, and ran out the door alone.

"Young Master!"

The elderly butler was startled, hurriedly chasing after him, watching the little fellow disappear into the night, instinctively looking toward Robert, who was sitting in a wheelchair.

"Sir, Young Master he..."

"Let him go." Robert, equally infuriated, chest rising and falling slightly, a faint flush appearing on his pale face, "He’ll come back when he’s hungry. Leave him be!"

"But..." The elderly butler felt something was amiss, instinctively trying to defend George, but Robert, consumed by anger, hardly wanted to listen, gave an order: "I’m going to sleep, everyone out."

"Yes."

The maid in the room responded and hurriedly left.

The elderly butler stood at the door, looking at Edward’s back, a hint of helplessness on his wrinkled face, "Sigh," he said, "I’m leaving, have a good rest."

He closed the door.

*

That night, Robert was so angry that he didn’t sleep well.

This kid wasn’t half as adorable as his dad when he was young, was he?

Unreasonable, lazy and greedy, spending all day either playing ball or seeking his father’s attention, just like a kid who hasn’t weaned.

He slept fitfully all night, and when he woke up, it was already bright outside.

He sat up from the bed and called the butler in to help him dress.

After grooming, he said, "Call George over to eat together."

The maid on the side went to check in the adjoining room, then returned nervously to Robert, saying, "Sir, Young Master is not in the room."

"..."

Robert was buttoning his cuff when he heard this; his hands paused, and he slightly frowned.