The Bound Between Us

Chapter 377

The little girl’s words had the man in the room all riled up. With a feather duster in hand, the man pointed at the girl and said, “You got some nerve, looking down on me. Go and find your real parents, then. Let’s see what you got, you little rascal, you’re really pushing it.”

The little girl retorted defiantly, “I will find my parents. I don’t need you!”

She stormed off to the elevator, temper flaring.

The man quickly tried to coax her back, “Layna, you’re really pushing it, aren’t you? Just wait till I teach you a lesson.”

He brandished the feather duster, pretending to smack her a few times, just to scare her. He wasn’t really hitting her, but the little girl started wailing. “Child abuse! Duncan is abusing a child!”

Hearing the girl’s name, Anastasia realized that this was the child Anthony had mentioned.

Anastasia was a bit surprised to see such a naturally rebellious little girl What a fiery temper she had.

Anastasia was quick to try and soothe the man, “Um… I…”

Before she could finish her sentence, the man dragged the little girl into the house and slammed the door shut. In his fit of anger, he completely ignored Anastasia.

was stunned. Monica was also shocked by the scene. “Ana, is that your daughter? She has quite a temper.”

same age as Pattie, the two girls were worlds apart. One was well-behaved, gentle, and soft-spoken, and the other was just like

opened the door, and Anastasia quickly said, “Hello, Duncan. I’m Anastasia. I need to speak with you about

you? What do you want?” The man, also with a fiery temper, looked at Anastasia and

wasn’t clear, and she

Anthony’s name, the man’s expression changed slightly. After hesitating for a moment, he

you.” Anastasia nodded politely and entered the

the living room, looking defiant. The man yelled, “Get in your room, and stop staring. Until your parents come to

come for me. You, Duncan, are too poor to be my father,” the little girl retorted fiercely and stormed

room.

impression the little girl gave Anastasia was that she was ill-mannered, always shouting and yelling, calling adults by their first names, and was materialistic; there

and asked, “Duncan, has she

house down. She’s always nagging about finding her real parents,

called me. Do you want to take the kid? I have no

She hadn’t even confirmed the child’s identity, and he was already