Chapter 138

Of course, she had to play along and put up an act in front of Glen.

“Have you been a good boy while I was overseas, Max? You didn't give your aunt a hard time, did you?”

Maxton fought back the urge to throw up as he sat her down on a nearby chair.

“Eww... I smell something musky!” Zayron mumbled.

“You're right! There is indeed a musky smell in the air! That's strange... It wasn't here earlier!” Susan chimed in.

The smile on Rhonda's face was frozen in place as a murderous look filled her eyes.

D*mn it! These two brats are indirectly calling me a vixen!

By the time she snapped out of it, a piece of paper had been pasted on her face.

That was the last straw for Rhonda.

She smacked Maxton hard on the shoulder and shouted angrily, “Is this any way to treat your mother, Maxton? I think you need a beating to remind you how you should behave!”

That hit was so forceful that Maxton teared up on the spot.

He got so mad that he wished he could tear her to pieces right then and there. “Is this any way to treat your son? Are you trying to kill me or something? I think you've dislocated my arm!” he yelled while glaring fiercely at her.

Rhonda froze as the sudden realization kicked in.

Oh my goodness... What have I done? I can't believe I hit Maxton in front of Old Mr. Chivers and Mrs. Chivers! I really need to have better control over my temper!

“I-I didn't mean to!” she stammered anxiously while reaching out to hold him, but Maxton refused to let her do so.

chair and ran straight into Bailey's arms,

him a hug before examining

Rhonda had indeed smacked him quite hard, it left an obvious bruise

no! My precious baby! Your arm is bruised! Let's get you checked

when

that old hag from the Luther family loves this kid. He could tear the Luther residence apart, and no one would dare lay

thought, Rhonda got up

barely taken a few steps forward when Glen blocked

Did you really have to hit him that hard over a silly joke? Even an old man like myself is able to put up with their

shiver

“Granddad, I—”

Ms. Rhonda. You had the audacity to hit the Luther family's precious son. As far as

took a few steps back

glanced at Bailey, her gaze meeting that of Maxton's in

gleeful look in his eyes, Rhonda finally understood

for her, and she had

I was tricked by a

Why is Max crying

study were alerted by the commotion and Maxton's incessant wailing. Naturally, Felicity was

Bailey massaging Maxton's arm so hard that it was all red and

him or something?” she yelled while rushing forward, only to have

treating his bruise by promoting

asked, “What's going

gave him a hard slap. It's nothing major, though. His skin is a little red and swollen, so Bay is massaging his arm to reduce the

shot Rhonda an icy-cold glare as she shouted, “He's your son, Rhonda! How could you hit

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