Chapter 1220

Andre glanced around, noting the lack of any security cameras. Mia was pacing anxiously, recalling the scene in the car when she was harassed, and her little boy, with his tiny feet, kicked back in defiance.

"Honey, hit me," she urged.

Andre hesitated, "..."

"Come on, just hit me," Mia insisted, desperation in her voice.

Andre gently felt her forehead, checking for a fever—nothing out of the ordinary.

Pulling her husband into the yard, Mia cleared a space. "Seriously, hit me. It'll make our son appear."

Andre, conflicted, confessed, "I can't do it."

Mia raised her voice, "Is anyone brave enough to hit me?"

Everyone averted their eyes, not daring to touch her; even if the boss wouldn't hit her, they certainly weren't going to risk it.

"If you don't hit me, I'll ask for a divorce," Mia threatened.

his arms around her, gently lowering her to the ground in a way that made

ground, crying out, "Help, honey, you

hadn't used any force, just gently

and fence, Henry, mustering all his courage, climbed over the "barrier" and dashed out, his little voice shouting,

tiny hands. With his cheek swollen, he glared up at his dad as if to say, "How dare you hit

up. "Henry, my baby, I finally

his arms

cheek, felt a pang

into a hug, and kissed his cheek

should have

hugging his dad's neck, pouting playfully,

hurt?" Andre asked

"Yeah," Henry mumbled.

held him close, cherishing his

godson's state, looked at the subdued attackers

defiant, spat out, "It was me, so

swift kick, knocking the man out.

precio Con

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