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.”

burst forth. Thus, she ran to the little girl and asked, “Did you like

girl froze as she stared blankly

“Who said you

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

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

own business, kid.” Fatso leered at the

what you told me before mother left home.” Intimidatingly, the little girl dashed toward the adults. Being three feet away from

“No.”

me anymore. I’ll eventually leave this hell

Fatso was visibly shocked.

can run to anyway, why don’t

Hearing that, Fatso hesitated.

“Follow me.” Quickly, she dragged her out of the forest

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

into the cave. She was rather amicable and didn’t at all mind talking

a sigh of relief and revealed a cordial smile to

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

slightly shocked. “Isn’t he…

not.” The little

was 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 was messily tied behind her head with a rubber band. On the

to be a father or a husband. I’ve never seen a man stand idly, silently watching as his own wife got insulted and tormented. He’s the scrub among scrubs.” Concisely, Dawn revealed her reason to disdain her father and showed no restraint while doing