"But daddy, I want to learn how to do it now. May I?" Bobby insisted.
"No, now is not possible. It's already past your bedtime. You need to go to bed and we'll talk about it tomorrow," said Charles in a stern voice. He was afraid he just might give in to Bobby's plea.
"Okay, but may I sleep beside you on your bed tonight?" Bobby asked. His admiration for his daddy was immense. He thought that as long as he was with Charles, he would be able to learn kung fu and in time, he would be strong as him.
"Okay, but you need to go to sleep now." Having said that, Charles went into the bathroom.
He soaked himself in the bathtub and stayed there until the water was too cold to bear. It was already dawn when he went to bed.
His heart was filled with so much hatred, and the person he hated the most was Dorothy.
On the other hand, Bobby was happy.
At kindergarten, he was so proud of his father and boasted to every kid he met, "My daddy is awesome in kung fu!"
He told Nadia, "Nadia, once I have learned kung fu, no one will ever dare to bully you anymore. I promise to protect you your whole life!"
The teacher heard him and took his words as nothing but childish wishful thinking.
After he had taken a shower, Charles felt less drunk and he had sobered up a lit
the words between his teeth as he slowly spat them out of his mouth.
"You clearly saw it, didn't you? I know you have already asked someone to delete those photos. But you don't have to do that to clear up my name, Mr. Fu. I choose to be with Ethan willingly."
Before she could finish her words, Charles suddenly leaned towards her.
Without further ado, he had already pressed her against the car.
"We are in a public place and there are so many people watching us. Please behave yourself!" After all, they were at the gate of the kindergarten where many people were coming and going to drop off their kids.
Nancy's face turned pale in embarrassment.
She had just been through so many terrible things recently, and she couldn't really afford any more scandal right now.
Considering her weak heart, would she still be able to endure further sufferings?
"Oh, this is not the first time you have done that. You've even done it before with a bigger audience, so why do you care about these people?" Saying these cruel and hurtful words was not his intention, but when he saw her aloof attitude towards him and felt her cold treatment, he lost control. He felt that he was the one who made the mistake, not her.
How could she still be so calm after committing a mistake?