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

down! You

can’t eat until

the slightest

dare you use this tone with me. Give it

made a move to

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

I eat pickles when you can eat meat?

was unwilling to let go of the plate, Raphael grabbed it with one hand and kicked the boy

a child can be, Tim was definitely no match for

sent flying backward before landing on the

the plate of food back on the table and cursed

dare you keep the meat from me? Everything

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

what? We’re the ones who raised you. It is your duty to earn money

suddenly stopped and glared at Tim.

guard up and shrinking back to

to me or

often snatch Tim’s money to gamble. Realizing that the kid must have received his pay, Raphael started demanding

have any money!” Tim glared

is to pay for Grandma’s medical bill. I can’t let this

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

you… treacherous son! How can you bully Tim