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.”

tight

it down! You trying to go against

can’t eat until Grandma

without the slightest inclination of

use this tone with me. Give it

cursed angrily and made a move to snatch the

eat the pickled

should I? Why should I eat pickles when you can eat meat? Do

was unwilling to let go of the plate,

matter how strong a child can be, Tim

flying backward before landing on the floor and hitting his

of food back on

food. How dare you keep the

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

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

stopped and glared at Tim. “Hey, have you gotten

shrinking back to a corner, Tim roared,

to me

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

have any money!” Tim

medical bill. I can’t let this

walking stick came over. Leaning heavily on

you… treacherous son! How can you