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.

lowering her to the ground in a way that made

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

used any force, just gently laid his petite wife

all his courage, climbed over the "barrier" and dashed out, his little voice shouting, "Daddy's being

and tapping his knee with his tiny hands. With his cheek swollen, he glared up at his

him up. "Henry, my baby, I finally found

wrapped his arms around her

cheek, felt a pang of

his son's hand, pulling him into a hug, and

I should

hugging his dad's

hurt?" Andre asked

"Yeah," Henry mumbled.

held him close, cherishing his little

his godson's state, looked at the subdued

defiant, spat out, "It

furious, delivered a swift kick,

precio Con

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