A Divorce Make Me Rich

The little one hung his head in defeat, his mouth pouting as he said, “I’m sorry for making mommy and daddy worry…”

“It’s okay.” Mavis stroked her son’s furry short hair, gently comforting him before giving Anthony a stern look, signaling him to speak nicely and not be too harsh.

Anthony lowered his voice and asked, “What happened next?”

Alistair recalled carefully, “Later, I felt dizzy and Aunt Bryleigh put me in the bathroom. I heard them talking, like Aunt Bryleigh and Uncle Moore were discussing how to kill me. Uncle Moore said that without me, Daddy and Mommy would be separated for good.”

“Later on, I fainted again and woke up in the hotel room. Aunt Bryleigh found two strange uncles to check on me. One of them was a greedy fat uncle, so I came up with a plan… In the end, they were caught and found by you guys.”

Anthony listened carefully, his expression extremely serious. “Since you ran into the park and knew that we had teamed up with NIB to offer a reward for finding you, why didn’t you ask for help from passersby when you encountered them in the park?”

The little one was stunned for a while before tears welled up in his eyes. He looked pitiful and said, “I forgot in a hurry. I was too scared because they were chasing me too fast. I only remembered to run faster.”

He became more and more depressed, and knocked his little head anxiously, “I’m really too stupid. If it were Spencer or Momo, they definitely wouldn’t be as silly as I’m…”

Mavis quickly reassured, “My baby is not stupid at all. It’s amazing that you were able to find the weaknesses of those two criminals so quickly and escape. It’s inevitable to make mistakes when you’re nervous and scared, but you successfully escaped without getting hurt. I’m really proud of you.”

Alistair’s eyes gradually lit up, but also carried a hint of insecurity after receiving affirmation. “Is it really true?”

“Of course it’s true. When have I ever lied to you, Alistair?” She turned her head and glanced at Anthony beside her, signaling with her eyes. “Isn’t that right?”

Anthony responded with a slight tone and expressionless face.

In front of their son, Mavis just gave him a deep stare and then lowered her head to continue soothing the little one in her arms.

“Alistair, you’re not at fault. You’re a very young kid. It was my mistake for misjudging people and causing harm to you. I owe you an apology.”

Alistair’s little head shook like a tambourine, and he immediately countered, “It’s not your fault. You’re also a victim. Uncle Moore and Aunt Bryleigh are the ones who should be punished.”

Alistair was so sensible. Mavis smiled as she touched his head, overflowing with love in her eyes.

But when she thought of Moore, her heart was filled with disappointment. She didn’t know why he had changed. Was it him or did she never really understand him?

“I’ll handle things from here on out,” Anthony spoke up at the right time, giving mother and son the greatest sense of security.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

He had never liked Moore and only refrained from taking action against him for Mavis’s sake. This time, however, Moore brought it upon himself.

“After he gets through this dangerous period and comes out of surgery…” Mavis paused before continuing. “I want to ask him myself.”

The car fell into an unprecedented silence. After what seemed like forever, Anthony responded indifferently.

Mavis looked at Kane who was driving in the front seat. “Let’s not go back to Callahan Residence tonight. It’s too late and we don’t want grandma to worry about us. Let’s go back to Green Grove Apartment.”

Kane glanced at Anthony first before agreeing with Mavis’ decision, “Yes ma’am.”

Back at Green Grove Apartment…

Anthony finished showering and saw a warm scene on the bed – Mavis holding Alistair as he slept soundly.

He walked over quietly and sat down next to Mavis on the edge of the bed before leaning over to gently kiss her cheek.

This kiss caused Mavis to slowly open her eyes.

“Did I wake you?”

“Nope,” she replied while patting their son’s back with one hand before turning towards Anthony seriously, “Are you being too harsh on Alistair?”

Anthony stiffened slightly, “Am I?”

“Yes,” she replied firmly. “He’s only five years old. You can’t expect him to react calmly like an adult would during a crisis situation! Besides some adults might not even have better adaptability than our little Alistair!”

“It’s because his living environment is too comfortable that he doesn’t feel any sense of danger when faced with problems. Instead of seeking help from his parents, first thing that comes into his mind is confronting them head-on! He got lucky this time but what if something happens next time? What will he do then?”

Mavis fell silent after hearing this argument from Anthony…

“As a future heir-to-be for the Callahan family,” continued Anthony, “he shoulders responsibilities different from those borne by ordinary children! The Callahan family has many enemies so if he can’t learn how protect himself properly then how long do you think we can guard him? How long do you think we can keep watching over him?”

She lowered her head and sighed, “I know you’re right, but I don’t know why, suddenly I’m questioning my decision not to divorce. Is it really the right choice?”

She didn’t care about the Callahan family’s inheritance status. She just wanted Alistair to be healthy and happy, to be a carefree little boy. But if he was going to be the future inheritor of the Callahan family, Alistair’s childhood would inevitably have to bear more.

Anthony’s face changed and he quickly changed the subject, “It’s not as serious as you think. It’s just that our educational views are different but not contradictory. If parents are too strict, children will only feel oppressed and unable to breathe. Complementing each other is best.”

“How do we complement each other?”

“You continue being a loving mother and nurturing his confidence while I continue being a strict father and developing his abilities. We play our respective roles in educating Alistair without contradiction.”

It sounded reasonable.

Mavis nodded in agreement, “Okay then let’s try it from now on.”

Anthony breathed a sigh of relief before changing the subject by covering her with a blanket saying, “Sleep now. We still have plenty of things waiting for us tomorrow.”

He almost lost his wife again.

Late at night when heavy rain suddenly poured outside their window with no rhythm or pattern in its drops, they slept soundly all night long.

In the morning, Anthony was first one up. Looking at his woman and son beside him, he was feeling an unprecedented sense of fulfillment satisfaction within him.

Buzz buzz!

The vibration sound from their phones broke this beautiful moment where both Anthony’s phone rang along with Mavis’.

Last night they were busy searching for their son until dawn so they only got three hours sleep. Anthony felt exhausted when he reached out blindly for his phone handing one over to Mavis while answering another call himself.

“Hello? Sis? Moore is out of surgery. He woke up already,” Raymond’s voice came through from the other end of Mavis’ phone line.

With closed eyes rubbing his temples tiredly, Anthony replied,” Got it.”

On Raymond’s side, he looked down at his screen confused,” Who are you? Why did you answer my sister’s phone?”

Strange…he definitely dialed correctly so why did a guy answer?

And that voice sounded familiar…

“Your brother-in-law,” said Anthony with a smirk before quickly hanging up.

Ah… refreshing!