You More Than Anything In The World

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! You trying to

eat until Grandma has

the slightest

use this tone with me. Give it

a move

eat the pickled vegetables!” Tim was furious

should I eat pickles when you can eat meat? Do you have a

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

child can be, Tim was

landing on the floor

put the plate of food back on the

dare you keep the meat from me?

shouted at the man, “Those things were

you. It is your duty to

and glared at Tim. “Hey, have you gotten

guard up and shrinking back to a

give it to me or I’ll beat

snatch Tim’s money to gamble. Realizing that the kid must have received

have any money!” Tim glared at him

Grandma’s medical bill. I

Leaning heavily on her stick, Mary

you… treacherous son! How