Daisy Ginger moved her lips, but didn't speak.
She also thought this brat deserved a spanking.
Kids like this need a beating!
Even at such a young age, talking about death; truly, isn't this what you'd expect from the sick education of Robert Stephens...
Daisy secretly cursed, glancing at the man sitting in the wheelchair. His face showed a gloomy expression mixed with a hint of heartache.
As expected, he reached out and pulled George Stephens, who had just been hit, away from Edward Stephens, looking sternly at Edward: "Why can't you just talk? Why did you have to hit him?"
Edward Stephens gave him a mocking look, "I'm disciplining my son, what makes you think you have the right to intervene?"
Robert Stephens squinted and said, "Edward Stephens, you didn't even come home when your son was sick because of a woman. Do you think you have what it takes to be a father?"
