âI wonât lie!â She wrinkled her little nose. Looking at his smile, she suddenly thought he looked so good when he smiled.
Nelson looked at the man he should call âDaddyâ!
He had just gotten out of school when someone stopped him and took him to a car.
âWhat did you say to Mommy the last time you asked her to stay back alone?â asked Nelson Corbyn.
He would not have gotten in the car to meet the man he hated were it not for this question.
Martin Weiss silently looked at his biological son who was looking at him with hostility.
âI was talking to your mommy about you being bullied, of course,â said Martin Weiss.
Nelson Corbyn snapped. âDonât talk to Mommy about that. Itâs none of your business whether Iâm being bullied!â
Back when the man in front of him treated him badly, he had already told himself that he had no father but only a mother.
âItâs none of my business?â Martin Weiss suddenly sneered. âYou have half of my blood. Even if you deny it, youâre my son.
Besides, youâre not even 18 years old yet. Youâre still little, yet you canât wait to cut ties with me.â
Nelson Corbyn pressed his lips together tightly.
Martin Weiss added, âBesides, if I hadnât arrived in time that day, do you think you could stand in front of me like this now? You might still be lying in the hospital.â
A hint of embarrassment flashed through Nelson Corbynâs face, but his gaze was unyielding. âOne day, Iâll become stronger and not let anyone bully me!â
âOne day?â Martin Weiss sneered. âWhen is that? Or will you continue to learn that unpractical martial arts you call taekwondo and continue getting beaten up?â
âTaekwondo isnât unpractical martial arts!â retorted Nelson Corbyn.
Martin Weiss said, âThen letâs go and see just how âstrongâ you are that you think you can protect yourself! Iâll take you there if you want to see it. Otherwise, you can get down from the car now!â
Nelson Corbyn hesitated. He looked at the store not far away, which was now surrounded by many students coming out of the school. He knew his mother would be busiest right now.
âMommy probably wonât notice if I go to check it out? Iâll just come back quickly!â
Moments later, Nelson Corbyn nodded and the car slowly moved away.
Martin Weiss took Nelson Corbyn to a training center. The name of the so-called martial arts did not matter. It was only about real combat.
Nelson Corbynâs eyes widened as he watched two men go through combat drills as if he had never seen it before.
These two people had no fancy skills or fixed moves. They were only simple moves, but each of them was so straightforward.
Nelson Corbyn was so mesmerized until the smartwatch on his wrist rang.
Nelson Corbyn looked at it and immediately knew it was his mother calling. He quickly pressed answer, and Kylaâs worried voice immediately sounded. âNelson, where are you now? Why arenât you back yet?â
âIâmâ¦â Before he could finish, Martin Weiss had already leaned over. His lips were close to the smartwatch on his sonâs wrist. âNelson is with me.â