My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 536

Chapter 536
“You left the school without permission and the teachers freaked out and have looked for you everywhere.”
“What did you say to Christina?”
After Chandler brought Geoffrey back from the Hopkins family, he held his little hand back to his room with a livid face asked him several questions.
He started to feel that he had been too easy on Geoffrey, so he had dared to run away today.
Geoffrey held his blue schoolbag tightly and stood in front of him with a straight back. His head was lowered, and he remained silent.
Seeing him like this, Chandler became even angrier. “Do you think you did nothing wrong?”
At this moment, an anxious cry sounded outside the door. “Chandler, he is just a little boy. There are a lot of things you have to teach him. Why did you keep him there? You’ll scare him.” The person began to hammer the door.
The door of the room was locked by Chandler.

Chandler’s parents outside the door were anxious. “Why did you lock the door? Chandler, don’t scold him!”
“Geoffrey just went to the Hopkins family. It’s not like he ran somewhere else. You’re in a bad mood. Don’t take it out on him!”
“He just had an operation for appendicitis and hasn’t fully recovered yet. Look at his small face. It’s so thin now…”
Recently, Chandler had been in a bad mood. At this time, the sound of the door being pounded and his parents’ anxious cries showed that they were worrying that he would abuse his son.
He sprang to his feet with a dark face, strode to the door, and tugged the door open.
“… When you decided to let him be my son, you had to respect my ways of raising my child!” Chandler rarely spoke to his parents in such a rude tone.
His parents went quiet when they saw his angry expression.
“You’re not my father!” Geoffrey in the room suddenly shouted at his back with red eyes.
“If I were your child, you would have scolded me.”
“If I were your child, you would have been very strict with me since I was a child.”
Still holding his schoolbag tightly, Geoffrey held back his tears and shouted hysterically.
“You’re not my father. I don’t want you to raise me. I’m moving out to live with my mother. I don’t want to be your son.”
Chandler’s parents were stunned and subconsciously wanted to rush into the room to protect and comfort Geoffrey.
Chandler turned his head and gritted his teeth as if he had gone mad with anger. “Do you know that your mother doesn’t want to give birth to you?”
Geoffrey was only a six-year-old child and burst into tears when he heard it.
“… No one wants me. My parents don’t want me, and Dad doesn’t want me either.” He sobbed and felt devastated.
No matter how much his grandparents doted on him, Geoffrey loved and respected his father the most.
“Don’t cry. Don’t cry.”

Mrs. Stephenson panicked when she saw her grandson crying.
Geoffrey had been independent since he was little. He didn’t act like a real child or like to cry, because his father often asked him to be a man. He was very smart and soon mastered the tone and habits of adults.
When he was pushed into the operating room for appendicitis surgery, his eyes were red but he did not cry.
The doctors and nurses were amazed, praising that he was very tough as a little boy.
… However, his father didn’t want him now.
Geoffrey had never cried so hard. Tears fell from his eyes.
Chandler’s expression was complicated. He was upset when he heard the crying.
He had watched Geoffrey be born and grow up.
He didn’t know how to be a father. In his opinion, it was enough if he satisfied Geoffrey’s material needs, and everything he did was to fulfill his obligations.
Geoffrey was very smart. Although ‘he was young, Chandler could tell from his words and actions that Geoffrey worshipped him.
Geoffrey loved him like he did his real father.
Chandler felt that he had never been a devoted father, nor was he a good son. All he did for the Stephenson family was out of responsibility.

He was very upset and wanted to get out of this place as soon as possible. “Chandler Stephenson, where are you going?!” Erica hurried over, only to see him stride away.
Behind him, Mrs. Stephenson was shouting anxiously, “Chandler, stay and comfort Geoffrey. Why are you leaving?”
Chandler felt even more annoyed and found it hard to breathe.
At five o’clock in the afternoon, when it was time to get off work, he went back to his office, locked the door, and shut everyone out.
He was going to numb his feelings with work.
In the early morning, the 32nd floor was brightly lit.
Sitting upright at his desk, Chandler looked attentively at the flashing data on the computer screen. He typed quickly on the keyboard as time passed by.
He forgot to eat dinner and drink water. Even if his wrists were sore and his legs were numb, he stood there without moving.
It was not until dawn the next day when his secretaries came to work were they surprised to find that their boss had stayed up in the company all night.
Someone knocked on the door of Chandler’s office but there was no response.
The door was locked from the inside, and a secretary called out gently, “Mr. Stephenson, are you inside?”
Her voice was full of concern. “Do you need breakfast?”
There was still no response.
Chandler rarely treated his subordinates so coldly.
According to the rumors in the company, their boss seemed to be divorcing his second wife recently, so he had been in a bad mood.
However, an outstanding man like ‘Chandler, even after countless divorces, would still be attracted to women.
Chandler was working behind closed doors, and his subordinates did not dare to disturb him. Around 2 pm, he came out of his office and attended an important meeting.
He had always been careful with his work and he looked normal except for his pale face.
“… Mr. Stephenson, there’s a new Korean restaurant near our company. I heard it’s quite famous. Do you want to try it together?”
Chandler replied by courtesy, “No, you guys go. I still have work to do.”

The company’s administrative director was on good terms with him. He joked, “Mr. Stephenson, tomorrow is Saturday. Don’t work so hard. You are making us feel bad.”
“… Is there something wrong with your phone? Several clients said they couldn’t contact you today.”
Chandler didn’t seem in the mood to chat with them. Suddenly, his stomach ached and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He subconsciously pressed against his stomach with his right hand, looking unwell.
He hurriedly said, “Ask Marie to make me a cup of coffee.” He was panting and tried to say it in a level
tone.
The administrative director seemed to notice that Chandler was not feeling well and asked, “Is your stomach hurting again?”
However, the door of Chandler’s office was slammed shut with a bang.
Chandler spent the weekend in the company.
When he was tired, he lay on the table and took a nap. When he woke up, he was in a daze, like a lost
child. Then he turned on the computer and repeated his work.
Occasionally, when his legs were numb, he would stand up. He made himself bitter coffee. He didn’t feel hungry at all, and even felt a little nauseous.

On Monday morning, all the employees returned to work.
That morning, the secretaries found out that their boss still locked himself in the office. They called out to him a few times but he didn’t respond, so they had to give up.
However, Chandler didn’t come out at 3 pm when there was a very important meeting in the company.
The administrative director felt something was wrong. He plucked up enough courage and opened the office door with the spare key. Only then did he see that Chandler was extremely weak and lying on the desk unconsciously, his face pale. The director shouted, but there was no response.