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.”

on tight to the

got angry and scolded sharply, “Put it down! You trying to

can’t eat until

his brows without the slightest inclination of giving

you use this tone

angrily and made a move

hungry, just eat the pickled vegetables!” Tim was furious as

should I eat pickles when you

was unwilling to let go of the plate, Raphael grabbed

child can be, Tim was definitely no match

before landing on

on the table

you keep the meat from me?

tears as he shouted at the man, “Those things were bought with the

ones who raised you. It is your duty to

at Tim.

shrinking back to a corner, Tim

give it to me or I’ll

often snatch Tim’s money to gamble. Realizing that the kid

have any money!” Tim glared at

Grandma’s medical bill. I can’t

an old lady with a walking stick came over. Leaning heavily on her stick, Mary trembled

treacherous son! How can