Despite trying to talk down Mr. Wallace’s attempt to throw Xander out of the mansion, he paid deaf ears to their words.
anwhile, Xander, being a lot more hurt by his father’s words, left the mansion without any further argunt.
Mr Wallace was slightly taken aback when he saw Xander ready to leave the mansion.
He believed the boy would co back since he still needed his father to fend for himself. If Xander wanted to play the character of a stubborn child, Mr Wallace was more than ready to play the character of the unwilling and strong-headed father.
Luckily for Xander, he still had his phone in the back of his pocket, which was the only thing he took along with him.
"Xander, you need to co back to the house. Don’t listen to anything Father has said to you. He probably had a bad day at the office and he’s just trying to vent out his frustration," Xavier tried to explain to Xander.
"And for what? So that I can be criticized by that man again? I’ve had it, Xavier!! It’s obvious he only cares about the status our family na carries more than what I want. And of course you..." Xander trailed off. "I’m sure if you were the one who was dating soone like Arabella, father wouldn’t even bat an eyelash. He would leave you to do whatever you wanted."
"Father has been in a bad mood recently and I’m sure that’s why he was behaving this way. Don’t listen to anything he says and co back inside." Xavier tried to urge him further, but Xander shook his head.
"What are you still doing here? Get out of my house!!"
They both heard Mr Wallace demand from the front door as their mother’s tears stread down her face.
She quickly rushed to hug Xander and he cleaned her face.
"Co back inside, son. Don’t listen to your father. He’s just overreacting," she said, pulling his arm so he could co back inside but Xander wasn’t moving one bit.
"If you dare step foot inside this house, I will gun you down!!" Mr Wallace threatened.
From the looks of things, it seed Mr Wallace had always wanted to kick Xander out of the house, but was simply looking for an opportunity, and now he finally found one.
"What’s wrong with you Thomas? Are you going to kick your very own son out of this house because of sothing so frivolous?" Mrs Wallace questioned him.
He tore his gaze away from her and continued to pay deaf ears to her pleadings.
"You don’t have to worry about anything, mother. I’ll be fine," he assured her with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
Although he was given the worst father, he was given a caring mom who looked out for him.
He took his mother’s hands from his face as he tried to keep his smile from faltering.
"I’ll be fine," he promised, then left the mansion without turning back for a last glance.
Xander walked till he reached the gates of the estate.
He quickly searched for an ATM stand and redrew as much money as he could. Because knowing his father, he would freeze all his accounts.
Internally, he hoped his father would call him back and apologize for how he’d treated him. It’d only been fifteen minutes since he left the mansion. That was more than enough ti for Mr. Wallace to regret his actions and decide to call him back so that he would apologize and talk things out.
However, Xander had received nothing.
Sighing, he pocketed the money inside his pocket and decided to look for a hotel. With the money he had, he would be able to book a small room and sleep for the night.
While he was walking to get a cap, Xander noticed four n who seed to have been following him for a while now.
He recalled seeing them at the ATM stand where he’d redrawn his money. He’d been focused on his thoughts about his father to realize they were monitoring him.
Tapping the fat wad of cash in his pocket, Xander imdiately realized what was happening.
He was far from the estate where he could probably get so security. Now that he was alone in an empty street, he feared those n would do sothing to him.
"Hey, there kid!"
He heard one of them call for his attention, but he didn’t stop to listen to the rest of his words. If anything, his step only quickened as if his life depended on it, which it did. "Hey kid, I’m talking to you!" The sa man repeated, and then the other three n chuckled.
Xander glanced down at his smartwatch. It was expensive, and it was worth a lot more money than the fat wad of cash in his pocket.
"I don’t want any trouble," he said, taking off the smartwatch. "Take this and leave alone."
Although he was replying to him, his legs were still covering distances.
"Hey boy, I’m talking to you," the sa man from earlier said, pulling Xander by his hood.
His hair was brown and dirty all the sa ti which would leave one confused and unable to differentiate the color from the dirt. His teeth were as yellow as cheese, he could beco a suitable candidate to make a toothpaste comrcial.
The man grabbed the smartwatch from Xander and grinned at his n.
"Now, isn’t he a sweet little thing? Giving us his stuff without us needing to ask?" The man turned to Xander. "Sadly, we see more on you than this smartwatch."
Xander counted the equipnt in their hands and what most of them carried was so wood they would use to beat him up.
Xander had been going to a martial arts class but he wasn’t strong enough to take down four grown n all by himself.
"I have nothing more to give to you. So, please just take the smartwatch and leave alone," he pleaded this ti around.
The sa man scoffed as he took a step towards Xander with a challenging gaze. "And what if we don’t?"
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