After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 1125

Chapter 1125 Sizzling Slapping Sounds

In the bathroom, Alistair pouted with a sense of injustice, his bright blue eyes shining through the mist as he stubbornly refused to give up.

"Daddy, she is my Mommy, so of course she can take a bath with me! She loves me!"

He stood on the toilet seat, hands on hips, humming to assert his dominance.

Anthony was filling the bathtub with water when his expression suddenly darkened. "She's my wife first, and then your mother," he said.

"Humph! But she doesn't want to be your wife. You can't even coax a girl properly. It serves you right for soon being without a wife!"

Although Alistair was young, he knew everything.

"She may not be your wife, but she will always be my mother." Having hands on his hips, Alistair twisted his small butt proudly, "So, I'm better than you! She can bathe with me, not you~"

Outside the door, Mavis chuckled at the father and son's argument.

Alistair was so adorable.

However, someone in the bathroom was not very happy.

Anthony furrowed his brow and turned on the showerhead, his breath heavy as he walked towards Alistair.

Alistair instantly sensed the danger and his face changed in an instant. He wanted to escape outside the door.

But how could his short little legs possibly escape from Anthony's clutches?

Then there was yelling in the bathroom.

"Ah ah ah ah! Ah woo! Mommy, save me!"

The sound of the showerhead, mixed with the crisp crackling noise, made Mavis outside the door feel nervous.

She quickly twisted the door handle to get into the bathroom.

But the door was locked by Anthony.

There was no other choice but to knock on the door. "Anthony, please speak calmly and reasonably. Don't resort to violence."

"Mommy! Mommy, waaah!"

"Daddy, you're done for! Mommy will definitely help me get revenge! Ah!"

Only the arrogant cries of a little kid could be heard from the bathroom, as if someone was ignoring it.

Mavis was angry and had no way to open the locked door. She could only go back to her bedroom and wait for the father and son to come out before figuring out what to do next.

At night, the apartment was quiet.

There was only a dim bedside lamp on in the bedroom.

Alistair was exhausted from taking a shower and had already fallen asleep lying down.

Mavis carefully removed his shorts and checked for injuries.

"It's all turned red."

Mavis felt extremely distressed and gently helped the little one fall asleep. She then cast a accusing glance towards Anthony, who was on the other side of the bed.

Mavis reached over the little one and squeezed the soft flesh around Anthony's waist.

"Hiss..."

Anthony winced in pain, gripping her fingertips and lowered his voice to ask, "What's wrong?"

"What are you saying I'm doing? Do you have to be a father like this?"

Anthony sighed, "Boys are usually mischievous when they are young, and relying solely on gentle education won't work."

"Well, you should have some restraint when disciplining him. Look at Alistair's injury, he's only five years old. You shouldn't handle your son like that."