The More The Merrier

Chapter 425 Child Abuse

At this very moment, in a remote mountain village, a dirty child could be seen squatting in a thatched hut with a blackened face. He was in the midst of fanning a fire and preparing dinner. The kid’s name was Tim.

His beautiful ebony eyes lacked the child-like innocence a kid should have and in its place was a look of tenacity uncharacteristic of someone his age.

This was a child who was forced to take on the responsibility of caring for his family too early.

Methodically, Tim fanned the fire before washing the pot and started cooking the food.

After a while, a strong smell of food wafted out of the hut.

On a table in the humble kitchen, there was only a plate of fried bacon.

Tim laid the table with eating utensils and was about to bring his grandma to the table when a shirtless man sauntered in.

Raphael bent over and took a sniff of the food. “Oh? We’re eating meat today?”

Then, he moved a chair into position with his leg, sat down and immediately started eating.

“Tastes good!”

Tim quickly took the plate away and glared at the man defensively. “Grandma hasn’t eaten yet. This is for Grandma!”

Raphael lifted his eyes to look at the child. “Tim, put it down. I’m starving. I haven’t eaten for the whole day.”

held on tight to

angry and scolded sharply, “Put it down! You trying to go against me or

eat until Grandma

slightest inclination

How dare you use this

and made a move to snatch the food from

pickled vegetables!” Tim was furious as

eat pickles when you can eat meat? Do you have a death

how Tim was unwilling to let go of the plate, Raphael grabbed it

matter how strong a child can be, Tim was definitely no

was sent flying backward before landing

plate of food back on the table and cursed

grew up eating my food. How dare you keep the meat from me? Everything in this home

shouted at the man, “Those

ones who raised you. It is your duty to earn

glared at Tim. “Hey, have you

back to a

better give it to me or I’ll beat

Realizing that the kid must

don’t have any money!” Tim

bill. I

a walking stick came over. Leaning heavily on her stick, Mary trembled with anger when

you… treacherous son! How can you