Crossroads

Chapter 299

The atmosphere in Roberts Villa had been heavy lately. It was mainly because Andy had fallen out with his father.

With a voice still childish. Andy yelled at his father, “Why did you pick on Molly!” His eyes turned red like rabbit’s as he got more agitated. “I saw her crying! I ran after her and called out to her, but she ignored me. She never ignored me before. You need to apologize to her. I won’t talk to you anymore. I don’t want you as my dad!”

“Andy, watch your mouth!” If it hadn’t been for the fact that Scott’s parents were at home that day, the argument would have never ended.

In the end. Andy clutched his giant box of dominoes and threw himself into his grandmother’s arms. The proud little brat actually broke down in tears and wouldn’t stop, no matter how much the elders tried to comfort him.

“You sure have a lot of patience for a little brat,” Molly remarked

“Of course,” Andy replied, turning shy as his face blushed.

“If I gave you a lot more, you’d lose your patience and wouldn’t finish,” Molly teased.

“I would finish it for sure!” Andy knew that silly Molly was just trying to provoke him.

“Well, you and your dad are both so stubborn. Even if there were ten thousand dominoes, you’d set them all up just to knock them down with one flick and watch them fall, feeling that rush

Molly knew very well about their quirky habits.

Hugging his gift, Andy grew sadder as he thought about it. With loud voice, he cried while declaring to his dad. This is my gift. Why did you throw it away? From now on, you are not allowed to touch my things. They’re mine!”

In reality, Scott was innocent. He never intended to throw away t

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own son?” Vincent, who had rushed over after getting a call from his good friend, found Scott,

a whiskey on

going through his rebellious teenage years already?” Vincent ordered a

him hard, making his mind fuzzy. He shook

against you? How?” Vincent asked, intrigued,

drink and continued drinking, clearly not wanting

“Hey, if you can’t handle the alcohol, then

cheeks were flushed red plus ghostly pale, making it

his glass. Usually, Scott

social

away, annoyed by his meddling. “Vincent, I called you out to drink with me, not to control me. You really have become a

drank so much that you ended up with gastritis. The doctor said if you kept it up, you’d

“Shut

yelling through gritted teeth as if he were trying

much. Vincent didn’t dare bring up his brother again. Everyone had their own painful past, wounds that were too raw and bleeding when

to be joyful, but it seemed like everyone was in

break the tension. “Do you know what

was in Harlington, he’d had a phone argument with Dominick and hadn’t reached out since. In all their years of friendship,

own temper, figured he had plenty of friends. What

few days ago, George actually called Vincent. Stubborn as he was, the old man couldn’t bring himself to express his

up to.

back to Wellington Villa for a long

have no idea,” Scott replied

gastritis flaring up. For some reason, this made Scott think of that silly Molly. Probably because she used to buzz

glass tightly, his expression growing more

glass heavily on the bar and didn’t reach

at odds with George. It looks like he has no intention of going back to Wellington Villa for Christmas. I wonder whom

his latest girlfriend, swiping his card left and right for jewelry, luxury cars, and partying on

already pestering him

know if I’m getting old, but I find them

laughed at Vincent’s serious tone. “If you feel old, you should get a wife and settle