The More the Merrier

Chapter 597 Mommy Will Protect You

“Mommy, don’t overthink and make wild guesses!” Zachary refuted loudly.

Arissa could not resist chuckling as she gazed at them. Next, she approached Tim and wrapped her arms around him affectionately.

The latter remained still in her arms and could not fathom why she suddenly embraced him again.

Catching sight of the sorrow on Arissa’s face, Gavin and the others could not help but feel down in the dumps.

Did Mommy find out what happened? Ah! It seems Mr. Hinton is not around too! At the thought, Zachary was momentarily stunned before scrutinizing Arissa discreetly.

Tamping down the surging distress from within her, Arissa kissed the boy in her arms and cast a look in the direction of the other kids. “Go over to accompany Great-grandaunt first, okay? I need to have a chat with Tim for a while.”

Gavin, Zachary, Oliver and Jasper seemed to sense something amiss. Nevertheless, they only nodded obediently. “Okay!”

After the foursome stepped out, Arissa embraced Tim again. Her heart wrenched at what he had gone through.

Sensing the change in her emotion, Tim lifted his hand to pat her back. “Ms. York, what’s wrong?”

Arissa tightened her arms around her son and kissed him again before letting go of him.

Great-grandaunt’s son treat you all the while?” Arissa cut the

bothering her. Casting his head down, he mumbled, “Ms. York, did

him for a while and stroked his

say anything. Thus, I hope you

bit his lip and stole a glance at her without uttering any words. But why did she suddenly ask about that jerk? Could it be

and doesn’t care about Great-grandaunt and me,” Tim replied honestly. Nonetheless, he chose to keep mum from her Raphael had been beating them

so, Arissa stroked his head gently and cut to the chase. “He always beat you and

later, he asked warily,

Arissa nodded. No words could describe the anguish enveloping

to comfort her, “Ms. York, you don’t have to be worried about me. Whenever he wanted to beat me, Great-grandaunt always stood in his way. Hence, I was seldom beaten,

around him, choking up. “Sweetheart, I’m sorry! It’s my fault! I couldn’t

gripped the hem of her top. Tears

tears finally flowed down her cheeks

lifted his head from her arms, only

cry!” he yelled out apprehensively and wiped off the tears on

smile, but tears flowed down her cheeks even

wiped off her tears. Her heart wrenched even more as he

her, “Don’t cry anymore. Otherwise,