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 and a lively crowd.

your own son?” Vincent, who had rushed over after getting a

a whiskey on

obedient? Is he going through his rebellious teenage years already?” Vincent ordered

one go. He rarely drank, so the alcohol hit him hard, making his mind fuzzy. He shook his head and muttered. That little rascal, after all I’ve done for him,

you? How?” Vincent asked,

drink and continued drinking, clearly

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

pale, making it

glass. Usually, Scott was very sensible and

social events.

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

your brother wasn’t around. you drank so much that you

“Shut

nerve. Scott trembled all over, yelling through gritted teeth

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

joyful, but it seemed like everyone was

ice in his glass, trying to break the tension. “Do you know what

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

plenty of friends. What

himself to express his concern for his grandson directly. Instead, he beat around the

up to.

Villa for a long time. Do you know

idea,” Scott

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

his expression growing more complicated.

on the bar

no intention of going back to Wellington Villa for Christmas. I

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

Christmas approached, his rowdy friends were already pestering him about where to go next.

don’t know if I’m getting old, but I find them annoying

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