Chapter 351

Manley was scared to tears. Unable to get his way, he threw a tantrum, thrashing about in his car seat, his flailing legs nearly hitting Teresa in the face.

Hayes, quick as a whip, scooped Teresa into his arms for protection.

Rage burned in Frederick’s chest, a flame that refused to be extinguished.

He hauled Manley onto his lap, his crimson eyes filled with fury. “Manley Winston!”

His reprimand silenced the car, every pair of eyes wide with fear.

Teresa and Hayes clung to each other, everyone’s gaze darting between Frederick and Manley, no one dared to make a sound.

Damn it! Yuna had spoiled this child rotten!

Frederick locked eyes with Manley, who was sniffling on his lap.

His stubborn demeanor persisting, not swayed by reprimands or physical admonishments. Frederick took a moment to compose himself before speaking to Manley, his tone serious: “You shouldn’t fight, and you need to learn to be humble and share. You can’t be so selfish, understand?”

Manley’s shoulders shook as he sobbed, “Daddy, are you angry?”

“Yes.”

Manley wilted. He remembered his mother’s warnings, never to make his father angry. Otherwise, he would not inherit the family fortune; it would go to Hayes instead.

Manley quickly apologized, “I’m sorry, Daddy. I won’t do it again.”

“Apologize to Teresa.” Frederick said.

Reluctantly, Manley turned to Teresa and apologized. But no one saw the hatred in his eyes, an intensity that belied his age, directed squarely at Hayes.

Ten minutes later, the car pulled up to their mansion.

Teresa and Hayes got out, they happily ran towards Hayes‘ bedroom.

In another room, Manley sat on his bed, sulking with his mother, Yuna.

“Mommy! Hayes took Teresa away from me. I want to play with Teresa too, but she always chooses Hayes over me!”

His go–to tactic – crying when he didn’t get his way.

Yuna pulled Manley into her arms, “That girl, I knew from the start that she would be trouble. She’ll only bully you if you play with her. We won’t play with her anymore!”

The last time Teresa had visited, Yuna had taken an instant dislike to her. Any child who could be friends with Hayes couldn’t possibly be good news.

But instead of calming down, Manley’s cries grew louder, “No! Everyone used to play with me, but now they all prefer that mute! It’s because he’s been hanging out with Teresa! He’s been badmouthing me to her, I just know it!”

Yuna’s face hardened, “Is that so? You’re saying that little mute has been keeping Teresa from playing with you?”

Cleaning his tears and snot, Manley continued his tantrum, “Of course! It’s obvious!”

A dangerous glint appeared in Yuna’s eyes as she pulled Manley away from her, “Go wait for me in the usual place. And bring the stick with you.”

As soon as Manley heard this, he knew that Hayes was in trouble. His tears dried up instantly, and he excitedly began searching for the stick.

Soon after, Yuna left the room, heading straight for Hayes‘ bedroom. Without knocking, she used her fingerprint to unlock the door and entered.

Hayes, who was playing with Teresa, was startled. Even though Yuna’s fingerprint could open the lock to his room, she rarely entered his room.

Whenever she did, it usually meant he was in for a punishment. So every time Yuna walked in, Hayes would become extremely frightened.

“I need to talk to you. Come with me.” Yuna’s voice was devoid of any emotion, her face cold.

Hayes quickly explained to Teresa that he would be back soon before following Yuna out of the room.

His little heart was pounding.

What did he do wrong this time? Hayes racked his brains but couldn’t figure it out.