Chapter 56: Chapter 65: Do We Need to Take Responsibility (10) Chapter 56: Chapter 65: Do We Need to Take Responsibility (10) Percy Stanton didn’t understand how his son ca up with such strange ideas in his head. He turned his head in disbelief, looked down at the shorter Raymond Thompson, and mocked, “Raymond, I knew Isabel Smith long before you were even born!”
“What?” Raymond jumped up right away: “Father, are you saying you knew Sister Isabel before?”
Percy felt that he had misspoke in his hastiness, so he closed his mouth without saying anything, just lifted his head and continued to drink water.
“Father, did you really know Sister Isabel before?”
Raymond was a persistent child. Percy knew that if he didn’t dispel Raymond’s thoughts, he would keep asking incessantly. So, he gave a vague response: “You heard wrong.”
“Really?” Raymond looked at Percy with disbelief: “Just now, I clearly heard you say that when you knew Sister Isabel, I wasn’t born yet…”
Percy put the water bottle on the table, intentionally exerting so force. Although the bottle didn’t collide with the table to make a loud “bang” sound, a low rumbling sound spread out, causing Raymond to imdiately shut his mouth and not dare to speak anymore.
Only then did Percy find so peace. He pointed at Raymond’s bedroom and said, “Go to bed.”
Raymond had never been satisfied with Percy’s tyrannical way of threatening him. However, he had never had the courage to rebel before. But now, it was about Sister Isabel, so Raymond snorted at Percy, turned around, and stomped toward his own bedroom, taking heavy steps to vent his dissatisfaction.
However, Raymond soon erged from his bedroom, this ti with a backpack, stomping heavily on the floor as he walked.
Percy sat calmly on the sofa, indifferent to Raymond’s childish tantrum.
Raymond took heavy steps to Percy and opened his hand, saying, “Father, give 500 dollars!”
Percy glanced at his son’s hand, picked up the docunts about Smith Corporation he brought ho in the afternoon, and casually asked while reading: “What do you need the money for?”
“To run away from ho!” Raymond raised his chin and answered with pride.
Percy rolled his eyes and completely ignored his son.
Raymond thought he could not let his father snatch Sister Isabel away so he continued to demand, “Give 1000 dollars!”
He knew to increase the sum by five hundred?
Percy lowered his head, not even glancing at his son, and turned another page of the docunt in front of him.
“Give the original 500 dollars!” Raymond continued to yell.
“…” Percy finally closed the docunt in front of him slowly, looked at his son, and spoke lightly and ironically: “Raymond, have you ever seen soone running away from ho who has to report to their parents first?”
Raymond’s eyes widened as he stared at Percy, speechless.
“And, more importantly…” Percy paused, his tone a bit heavy: “Can’t you be a little more ambitious? When asking for money from others, can you increase the amount by five hundred each ti? No guts at all! Won don’t like n without guts, and it’s the sa for the Sister Isabel you like.”
Raymond imdiately looked very nervous, his expression serious as he stared at Percy, opened his mouth, and said, “Father, if I add 600, will that make look more gutsy?”
Successfully diverted attention? That’s his only skill. Fighting with him, Raymond, you’re still too green…
Percy picked up the docunt again, reading it carefully, even during the breaks between page-turning.
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