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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was late at night, and the bar was alive with loud music

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

a whiskey on

always very obedient? Is he going through his rebellious

alcohol hit him hard, making his mind fuzzy. He shook his head and muttered.

How?” Vincent

drink and continued drinking, clearly not

at him, seeing the state he was in. “Hey, if you can’t handle

ghostly pale, making it unclear how much he

well–being. Vincent grabbed his glass. Usually, Scott was very sensible and never overindulged,

at social

I called you out to drink with me, not to control me. You

of Stephanie, Vincent’s temper flared. “Scott, don’t you remember? Back when your brother wasn’t around. you drank so much that you ended up with

“Shut

nerve. Scott trembled all over, yelling through gritted teeth as if he were trying to escape from

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

it seemed like everyone was

to break the tension. “Do you know what Dominick has been up to

and hadn’t reached out since. In all their years

plenty

called Vincent. Stubborn as he was, the old man couldn’t bring himself to express his concern

up to.

Dominick hadn’t been back to Wellington Villa for a long

idea,” Scott

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

gripped his glass tightly, his expression growing more complicated.

slammed the glass heavily on the bar

intention of going back to Wellington Villa for

playboy. He’d be out with his latest girlfriend, swiping his card left and right for jewelry, luxury

Christmas approached, his rowdy friends were already

getting old, but I

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