Yvonne, however, held Warrenâs arm. He frowned and acted like his foot really hurt, but then said with a smile, âIâm fine, Warren. The kid didnât mean itâ¦â.
At practically the same time she spoke, Brandon, who was also stunned, asked unconsciously, âHow did you appear behind me Aunt Yvonne?â
Yvonne smiled, âI was just passing by.â
As a little kindergarten overlord, Brandon was currently at the age when children were at their most rebellious and obnoxious, so he hated to apologize.
He scratched his head. âI didnât mean to. Itâs not like I have eyes in the back of my headâ¦â
Her annoyed speech sent Warren into a rage. âDidnât you hear me, Iâm telling you to apologize! Stop making excuses.â
Brandon had always been very naughty and had damaged many things in his house, so he had left that kind of impression on Warren long ago. He felt he must have done it on purpose.
Besides, Brandon had been having fun lately stepping on other peopleâs toes at home. He had even been playing a game to see who could step on peopleâs feet the most.
As a result, he had misunderstood him.
However, there was no way for the little gentleman to apologize. He immediately replied, âI didnât do anything wrong!â
Warren was furious.
Yvonne had just helped him. Not only had she given him nothing for it, but her son was being so naughtyâ¦.
He decided to take the opportunity to teach Brandon a lesson and make him behave. He picked the boy up immediately and slapped him on the butt. âAre you going to apologize or not!â
The pain made Brandon, who had never been good, resist and he immediately became agitated. âBad daddy! Let go of me! If you dare to hit me, Iâll hit you too when Iâm older!â
Warren was taken aback.
Yvonne frowned hugely. âHow can you say that, Brandon, thatâs barbaric of you! I donât need you to apologize to me, you should be apologizing to your father!â
Brandon was furious. The boy, who had never allowed himself to suffer any injustice, replied, âI havenât done anything wrong. Besides, I didnât mean to either. It was you who came up to me and let yourself be stepped on, so why should I apologize?â
Warren instantly became even angrier.
He raised his hand and again mercilessly smacked his butt. âYou little brat! Are you going to apologize or not?â
Loud slaps sounded as his palm landed on Brandonâs bottom, making Maureen feel terribly distressed.
Naughty as the boy was, he was still her precious baby.
She had seen that it was Yvonne who had just bumped into him, but when her husband had told her son to apologize, she had subconsciously felt that she should give in to Yvonne.
Her son apologizing was no big deal, so she hadnât stopped them.
What her son said next had indeed been very upsetting, so she had also felt that they shouldnât spoil her son when her husband decided to teach him a lesson. What child hadnât suffered a spanking before?
But at that moment, she felt as if the blows falling on Brandonâs bottom were falling on her heart, making it ache terribly.
He rushed forward anxiously. âOkay, thatâs enough! Stop hitting him! Youâre going to hurt the kid.â
Warren was afraid of his wife, so he released her immediately upon hearing her.
But as soon as he did, Yvonne told him, âI know you love your son, Maureen, but spare the rod and spoil the child! In fact, he said he was going to beat his father when he grew up! You need to let him know what heâs done wrong. Otherwise, heâll go down a path of no return when he grows up!â
Maureen was furious. âHeâs not your son, so of course you donât feel bad about it! Itâs our responsibility to raise our son, you donât need to get upset about it!â
Yvonneâs look turned to one of aggravation as she was scolded. She let out a huge sigh and said, âYouâre right. Warren, Maureen, I was out of line with my words.â
Warren, however, bristled, âYvonne was doing it for Brandonâs sake! Besides, sheâs his aunt, why would she do anything to hurt him, she has a right to discipline the boy! Yvonne is right, children should be beaten, otherwise, heâll really beat me when he grows up! What an impertinent child!â
After speaking, she raised her arm and smacked Brandonâs bottom a few more times!
Brandon stubbornly refused to cry, but his fight was getting weaker and weaker.
Maureen couldnât take it anymore. She pushed Warren away and snatched her son from her. Then, she pulled down his pants and took a look: his bottom was already all red and swollen!
Maureenâs eyes instantly reddened. She shouted directly at Warren and Yvonne: âWarren, if you dare touch my son again, I will fight you!â.
Warren: ââ¦â
Yvonne: ââ¦â
Maureen was so angry that she grabbed Brandon, went upstairs and into her bedroom. Before she entered, she looked at Warren and said, âWarren! Do you need your son and me, or your precious little sister? Do you intend to kill your son just for your precious little sister?â she asked.
âI canât live with this anymore! Iâm taking my son back home! You can go live with your sister instead!â
With that, she slammed the door shut with a loud bang.
Warren was the one who feared his wife the most, so he rushed forward when he heard what she said. âDarling, Iâ¦â
But after stepping forward, he looked back at Yvonne.
Yvonne sighed. âGo talk to Maureen, Warren. Iâll be fine⦠She must have misunderstood the situationâ¦.. Have a good talk with Maureen. Donât make her mad, I know youâre afraid of herâ¦.. If it really doesnât work, why donât I come up with you and apologize to her?â
There probably wasnât a man who could stand someone telling him he was afraid of his wife, was there?
If it had been someone else, Iâm sure he would have patted his chest and said, âDonât worry, Iâm a man, whatâs there to be afraid of? You donât have to do that.â
However, Warren instead nodded and said, âYou know me best. Iâm the one whoâs most afraid of you going back to your parentsâ house. Let me go upstairs quickly to appease herâ¦.. If I donât succeed, Iâll have to ask you to give in and apologize to her.â
Then he went upstairs without looking back, leaving only Yvonne standing below.
She was so angry that she had to take a deep breath before she could suppress her anger.
She knew. Warren had no conscience at all. Now that he had a wife, he was no longer protecting his sister!
Did the two of them really think she had no means of keeping them under her control?
Yvonne lowered her head and smiled.
She would wait for Warren to come begging.
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Half an hour later, after Warren cried, pleaded and cajoled her, Maureen finally relented and stayed at the Smithâs for the time being.
After all, she and her husband were truly in love. Besides, although her sonâs injuries looked serious, the doctor said they were just simple bruises when he came to take a look.
Warren said, âThatâs my son Iâm hitting, so Iâll definitely restrain myself! It wonât break that easily, donât worry!â.
Maureen: â!!!â
Not long after the two made up, Warrenâs phone rang. When he answered, the technician on the other end said, âGo look at the game Mr. Smith! Thereâs another error! This time itâs a different one. We havenât found the cause yet, can you go back and ask Miss Yvonne to help fix it?â
Warren: â???â
Maureen: â????â
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