"Stinky dad! Bad dad! How dare you to scold mom!" the boy began shouting his face becoming red with anger.

"We didn't do anything wrong, Mom is in right!

It's that useless security guard's fault for parking such an expensive car on the street, and that's why I scratched it!

It's all his fault, it's all the fault of that stinky security guard!"

The child's voice carried across the crowd sharp and defiant refusing to admit that he is wrong and didn't have any self realisation at all, as he repeated his accusation again and again.

Hearing his son talking to him like that Rajan couldn't help but roared:

"You brat!"

"Say that again and I'll make sure you will definitely regret it!" His words came out harsh and unrestrained fully filled with the kind of fury that only a father at his breaking point could unleash.

But the boy instead of backing down began to making long faces and screamed louder and louder,

"Fuck you! You're such a useless dad! You don't protect us at all.

All you know best is how to scold us!

I don't want a coward father like you as my father go to hell!"

Gasps rippled through the crowd, and the onlookers who had gathered to watch the scene unfold widened their eyes in disbelief at seeing the child speak abusive words on his father's face.

None of them had ever heard a child speak to his father in such a way before, and it was painfully obvious to everyone that the boy had been spoiled rotten beyond anyone's control.

Rajan's face darkened until it looked as if water could drip from it, his jaw clenched so hard and the corners of his eyes twitched with rage.

"So it's true then," he growled, "I really did spoil you rotten, and now you think you can say whatever you want, without fear of consequence."

Before anyone could react, he stormed forward seizing the boy by the collar and lifted him into the air.

The boy's eyes went wide with disbelief, his defiance which was bursting a few moments ago began to falter for the first time as the reality of his father's fury finally hit him.

Turning sharply toward his wife he spat his words like venom.

"See what have you done to our son! All of this is your doing!

You've raised nothing but a shameless and lawless brat, and now look at him carefully is this the same son you gave me ten years ago!"

The woman tried to intervene, her voice beginning to shrill with panic. "He's still a child Husband!

No matter what he did, he's just a child, you can't—"

Her plea was cut short by a sharp slap that landed across her cheek once again, silencing her in an instant.

"Child? You call this a child?" Rajan bellowed loud his voice thundering above the murmurs of the crowd.

"Just because he is young, he can curse his own father, damage other people's property, and think he can walk away without consequences?

Don't you dare stand there and make excuses for him!" He glared at her his chest heaving with nothing but pure anger, and snarled, "If you dare to say anymore—go find yourself another husband if this is what you call raising a son!"

The crowd held their breath stunned by the raw anger spilling out, when suddenly Alex, who had been watching quietly from the sidelines stepped forward.

His eyes narrowed as he reached into his bag and pulled out a thick wooden stick from out of knowhere, and handed it directly to Rajan.

"There's no need to hold back from teaching your child now and here, if he didn't become better now he will never be," Alex said as if he is saying something insignificant.

"Take this, and teach him some manners properly.

In fact, don't stop until he remembered it in his memory, whenever he thought of cursing someone again he must understand the lesson this time."

"Giving him a stick to teach manners? Haha, that's brilliant!"

"This guy truly said what we all have in mind only a real thrashing will fix a brat like that!"

"I agree completely!"

"But doesn't anyone wondering why is he carrying a stick like that with him?"

The moment Alex made the remark of teaching his son, the bystanders erupted in laughter.

They all have been waiting eagerly for someone to say it out loud from their sides.

And just when they were hoping this, adding to their surprise, Alex calmly pulled out a thick wooden stick and handed it to Rajan.

For a moment the crowd froze at that, though it is wrong to hit a child even if he did anything wrong, but only a severe beating can save him and bring him back to his current road.

The weight of what was about to happen slowly sank in the crowd, and every pair of eyes locked onto the father and son.

If Rajan actually swung that stick, it would surely leave the boy bawling and screaming in pain.

Wasn't that a little too much?

Someone might have still that thought but almost instantly, the hesitation was replaced by a collective smirk from the remaining.

Cruel or not, wasn't this exactly what the spoiled brat had asked for?

They whispered among themselves, nodding in collective approval.

Not only had the boy scratched a stranger's luxury car, he even to dare to cursed his own father in front of everyone.

If that didn't deserve a lesson beaten into him, then what did?

So when Rajan gripped the wooden stick in the air, the crowd actually cheered, their voices rising in unison: "Good catch!"

The boy's defiance vanished in an instant.

His eyes widened as he stared at the stick towering above his head, and his throat went dry.

He could already imagine the sting of the first strike, and his bravado began to crumble like sand.

"D-dad…" his voice trembled. "What… what are you going to do?"

Seeing his father's expression, the boy's face turned more and more pale.

He knew exactly what that stick meant, and he knew this time he couldn't talk his way out of it.