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.

around her, gently lowering her to the ground

on the ground, crying out, "Help, honey, you

force, just gently laid his

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

with his tiny hands. With his cheek swollen, he glared up at his dad

Mia scooped him up.

his arms

his son's swollen cheek, felt a

his son's hand, pulling him into a

I should have

tilted his head, hugging his dad's

it hurt?" Andre

"Yeah," Henry mumbled.

close, cherishing his

godson's state, looked at the subdued

spat out,

kick, knocking

precio Con

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