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 to the

and scolded sharply, “Put it down!

until Grandma has

without the slightest inclination of giving up the

use this tone with me. Give it to

move to snatch

just eat the pickled vegetables!” Tim was furious as

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

plate, Raphael grabbed it

be, Tim was definitely no match for an

before landing on the floor and hitting his

food back on the table and

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

at the man, “Those things

who raised you. It

at Tim. “Hey, have you gotten your

his guard up and shrinking back to a corner, Tim roared,

it to me

to gamble. Realizing that the kid must have received his pay, Raphael started demanding

don’t have any money!” Tim glared

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

stick came over. Leaning heavily on her stick, Mary trembled with

treacherous son! How