Free Web NovelChapter 1563: Chapter 1563: Look at What You’ve Done
This time he slowed down his tone, and the parents instantly felt like a mountain was pressing down on them.
At this moment, someone remembered who Morgan Ashworth was. His face perfectly overlapped with the face seen on TV; he was... the President!
Oh God, the President is here.
And Ethan Ashworth is actually the President’s son!
A few parents turned pale with fright, their legs turned to jelly, they thought the world was surreal.
"I... I... I was saying my son is a little bastard..."
"Daddy!" a little kid immediately shouted.
"Shut up!" That parent raised his hand and slapped his own son.
"Boo hoo..." The little kid quickly started crying.
It was only then that Morgan Ashworth withdrew his gaze. He walked over to the little Ethan Ashworth and asked in a displeased voice, "Ethan Ashworth, tell me, what is going on?"
Ethan Ashworth looked at his dad and huffed heavily.
Morgan Ashworth immediately furrowed his brows, "Ethan Ashworth, speak properly!"
These words made Ethan Ashworth bristle instantly. He wanted to smack the newspaper in his hand onto his dad’s face, but because his dad was too tall, he gave up. Instead, he slapped the newspaper down on his dad’s solid thigh, "Look at the good deeds you’ve done!"
Morgan Ashworth didn’t take the newspaper, so it fell to the ground. He glanced at it and then pressed his thin lips together impassively.
"I’m asking you, is this true?"
Morgan Ashworth looked at his son. On his son’s soft white little face was a red mark from being scratched by another kid. His clothes were also messy, looking very disheveled, but he stood stubbornly with his back straight confronting him, his clear eyes moist, yet he was resiliently not letting himself cry.
Morgan Ashworth said nothing.
"Hmph!" Ethan Ashworth turned and ran, holding his big backpack tightly in his arms as large teardrops streamed down with a "pitter-patter."
After taking only a few steps, a steady sound of footsteps rose behind him, "Ethan Ashworth, what kind of attitude is this, stand still!"
Ethan Ashworth wiped his tears and ran faster, "Why should I listen to your orders? You’re out there playing around with women and have no time to take care of your own son. You’re not my daddy, my daddy would never be like that!"
"Ethan Ashworth, do you know what you’re saying? Say it again if you dare!"
"What’s there not to dare, you’re not my daddy!"
As soon as the words fell, Ethan Ashworth’s collar was caught by a few long, strong fingers. The man easily lifted him, leaving him dangling in mid-air. Two slaps landed on his bottom.
"How dare you talk back to your old man!"
This made Ethan Ashworth cry even harder. He hugged his backpack tightly, shouted, and wailed loudly, "Boo hoo, I must have been picked up, I definitely can’t be your biological child, you tyrant... boo hoo..."
The passing parents and the old doorman turned their heads to look upon hearing the heart-wrenching cries. They only saw a handsome, tall man with a dark expression, easily holding a little boy upside down, who was flailing his arms and legs in mid-air.
Parked by the roadside was an extremely imposing Jeep. The back door opened, and the man directly stuffed the little boy inside, then the Jeep roared away.
Onlookers left with a face full of dust, "Damn, who was that, so arrogant, the license plate on that car is awesome, haven’t I seen it on TV before?"
