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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night, and the bar was alive with loud music and a

getting a call from his good friend, found Scott, the usually refined man, drinking alone at the bar.

a whiskey on

going through his rebellious teenage years already?” Vincent ordered a v the rocks.

mind fuzzy. He shook his head and muttered. That little rascal, after all I’ve done for him,

against you? How?” Vincent asked,

continued drinking, clearly not

in. “Hey, if you

red plus ghostly pale, making it unclear how

his friend’s well–being. Vincent grabbed his glass. Usually, Scott was very sensible

at social events.

now, Scott angrily pushed him away, annoyed by his meddling. “Vincent, I called you out to drink with me, not

your brother wasn’t around. you drank so much that you ended up with gastritis. The doctor said if you kept

“Shut

over, yelling

bring up his brother again. Everyone had their own painful past, wounds that were too raw and

to be joyful, but it seemed like everyone

shook the ice in his glass, trying to break the tension. “Do you know what Dominick has been up to lately?”

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

figured he had plenty of friends. What made Dominick so

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

up to.

to Wellington Villa for a long

idea,”

ached, a familiar sign of his gastritis flaring up. For some reason, this made Scott think of that silly Molly. Probably because she used to buzz around him like a bee, constantly reminding him to take his medicine and forbidding

glass tightly, his

he slammed the glass heavily on the bar and

to Wellington Villa for Christmas. I wonder whom he’ll be spending Christmas Eve with

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

were already pestering him

sighed, “I don’t know if I’m getting old, but I

at Vincent’s serious tone. “If you feel old, you should get a wife and settle down. Follow the trend and have