My father rushed in raising his hand to hit me. When Clara immediately opened her arms and held me back and said.
“Who are you?!!! Why do you want to hit him?!!”
“Who Am I?
Ask this bastard if he recognizes his father!”
My father pointed at me and intended to tear me apart on the spot.
“Matteo, he ......”
Clara turned to me with some fear.
“Yes, they're my families.”
With my head bowed, I didn’t expect Carrie was so capable to have invited my family from the guardhouse.
But Clara grabbed my father's arm and said.
“Uncle, good to have you here. They slander Matteo, saying he is a prisoner. Say something for him. You are his father, you know he is not.”
My father shrugged her off and said with a grunt.
“Son of a bitch, you didn't expect me to get out so soon, right?! Good, you've been out for not even two days, and you stole from others. I will give you a lesson!”
When I heard that, I could hardly even breathe. This is my father, why could he be so mean to me?
“Cut the crap, what the hell is going on?!”
Director Lau stared at us with a stern face.
“He was a robber and had been in prison for five years. He had just finished his sentence the day before yesterday.”
My father narrowed his eyes and looked like he was going to put me to death.
“Sir, what has he committed? Five years is not a short sentence, is it?”
Jim, who was on the ground, instantly came to life. He narrowed his eyes and asked with an creepy smile.
My father snorted again.
“He was young and uneducated. At the age of 18, he robbed someone and cause the person to be seriously injured!”
At that moment, Clara was fixed, with her body swayed gently. She was about to fall over.
Immediately afterwards, she turned her head bit by bit, looked at me and asked
“You tell me it's not true, You're not a robber. You've never committed a crime. Tell the truth!!!”
Before I could utter a retort, my brother leaned over to my ear and said, with unmistakable creepiness.
“Dozens of families in our village have been bought over by Miss Shaw, so no one can testify for you. You are screwed!”
My brother's words like a nightmare came to my ears with such solidity!
“Why are you doing this to me? What did I do wrong?”
Gritting my teeth, I glared at them with indignation.
“Because you're a little devil, and our family hasn't had a day of luck since you were born!”
My father looked at me with a scowl on his face and threw all the guilt on me.
I pursed my lips and shook my head.
“Good luck comes with hard work. You drink every day and are lazy. Have you ever worked hard like other people's fathers? What else are you capable of besides beating me up?!”
He instantly gritted his teeth and clenched his fist hard and said.
“Son of a bitch, I don't need you to teach me! You are robber and now you cheated others when you were just out of prison. I don’t have a son like you!”
Hearing this, Clara's rosy cheeks instantly paled a lot. She turned her head and looked at me reluctantly.
“Matteo, go away. I can’t keep a robber in my company.”
“I'm not!”
Gritting my teeth, I argued.
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