One Night Surprise

Chapter 403 Isn’t He Your Father?

“Dragon said to kill her off, not to hand her over to you. Why don’t you try asking him if you really want that?” Fatso stated emotionlessly as he turned his eyes toward the second floor of the cabin.

The sound from the whip of a belt sounded rather rhythmic, followed by a woman’s horrified shrieks. At that, Lil’ Mackaque shivered. “Ah, f*ck it. Wouldn’t wanna risk my ‘hard-earned’ life on this woman. Take her away. What a pain in the eye.”

Fatso snickered at his response before glancing at Courtney.

And so, Courtney followed Fatso into the mountainous forest. They walked for so long the day had already darkened, and eventually, they arrived at a stream. Not far at the opposite side of the stream was a gravestone that agitated Courtney at the sight of it. He’s not going to drown me here and bury me afterward, is he?

Leaving her behind, Fatso crossed the stream toward the gravestone before removing the weeds around it.

Suspiciously, she observed him. After some time of wondering, she seemed to have an idea, blurting, “Is this your… wife’s?”

Fatso was surprised and at the same time annoyed. “That’s not something for you to ask.”

Immediately, Courtney kept quiet. Hell’s wrong with this fatty? Is he actually notifying his wife before killing someone? Gosh, I’d rather die than to suffer from this wait. Just kill me already!

“Who said you could touch my mother!” A clear voice sounded from their four and persisted to echo through the woods.

Subconsciously, Courtney turned around, only to find a skinny little girl running appearing and running toward the gravestone before violently shoving Fatso away. Fiercely, she yelled, “I told you, no one on this island except for me is allowed to touch my mother!”

Fatso, despite falling to the ground, was not irritated in the slightest. Yet, there was obviously sadness in his eyes. After a while, he stood up and brushed the dirt off his garments and wordlessly turned to Courtney. “Let’s go.”

Courtney saw him looking so depressed, her survival instinct immediately burst forth. Thus, she ran to the

as she stared blankly at

arm. “Who said you could speak?

away, all she could feel was anxiousness as she intensely prayed

it.” Once again, the little girl projected her treble voice, stopping Fatso and Courtney.

business, kid.” Fatso leered at the

dashed toward the adults. Being

“No.”

seeing me anymore.

Fatso was visibly shocked.

there’s nowhere I can run to anyway, why don’t you execute me when you’re leaving? Letting me live for

Hearing that, Fatso hesitated.

him and grabbed Courtney’s arm. “Follow me.” Quickly, she dragged her out of the forest into a cave on the

weren’t crafted with adept skills. In the bucket were three wooden ducklings, and they were the same ones she caught Fatso crafting outside the window. That fatty seems to love his

name?” The little girl introduced herself right after she brought Courtney into the cave. She was rather amicable and didn’t at all mind talking

Having escaped death temporarily, Courtney heaved a sigh of relief and revealed a cordial smile to her. “Thank you so

back for you once I turn around. He’s just one of Dragon’s obedient lap dogs doing whatever to lick

was slightly shocked. “Isn’t he… your

he’s not.” The little

Fatso’s daughter, she did not resemble him one bit, especially her notably puffy, dusty cheeks. Her dark hair—as scruffy as a bush—seemed like it was never trimmed and

seen a man stand idly, silently watching as his own wife got insulted and tormented. He’s the scrub among scrubs.” Concisely, Dawn revealed