Chapter 281
“You knew Mom would be upset, and you still did it. Looks like you don’t care about her as much as you say you do,” Tommy said to John, his eyes full of open dislike.
John raised his brow. He didn’t expect Tommy to catch that.
Tommy refused to fall for his act. “Anyway, I’m telling her about this. She needs to see who you really are.”
“And then what?” John asked.
“So she’ll stay away from you, and you’ll always be Uncle John,” Tommy said.
“So what changes? Right now, all you do is make her unhappy. You haven’t brought her any positive emotional value,” John said as he crouched so they were eye–to–eye, as scheming as ever. “Looks like you don’t care about her as much as you claim.”
Tommy tried to argue, then realized he had walked right into his father’s trap. It was not a good thing when his father was so good at debates, too.
His little mind raced. After a long moment, he finally squeezed out something and said, “If you keep this up, you’re going to lose a son.”
“That’s fine. You don’t see me as your dad, anyway.” John’s lips turned into a smile, dark eyes flared with amusement.
Tommy then said, “No one will visit your grave even when it’s in disrepair.”
“I’ll have everything taken care of before I die. Even if you want to visit my grave, you’ll have to line up and wait your turn,” John said.
Tommy went quiet.
Money was useless when one was dead, but it could definitely pay for people to visit one’s grave after one was dead. “Anything else you want to say?” John asked. His tone stayed gentle and unhurried. “If not, just admit defeat and forget everything you saw, heard, and know.”
“Do you really think I can’t beat you in an argument?” Tommy asked in a serious tone.
“At least for now,” John answered.
Tommy said, “So what if you win a hundred times? Mom still doesn’t want to come back to you. You still can’t be my dad.”
John fell silent this time.
That one hit home. Tommy really was his son.
He was just about to open his mouth and pull Tommy over to his side when the bedroom door suddenly opened. Sierra shuffled out, still half–asleep.
She saw the two of them at the door in a pose that looked harmonious yet strange, questions in her eyes. “What are you two doing?”
Tommy had even dragged out a little chair. Were father and son having a heart–to–heart? Or were they doing something else?
“Mom.” Tommy rushed into her arms and hugged her tight. “You’re awake.”
Sierra rubbed his head. “Yeah.”
Tommy raised his head. “Dad and I were talking about visiting graves in the future.”
Sierra blinked.
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Her suspicious gaze landed on a certain someone. Talking about this first thing in the morning? Was he simply clueless, or was he doing it on purpose?
“Dad said if he dies young, lots of people will visit his grave. If we don’t stay with him, we won’t even get a turn,” Tommy said, settling the score.
His father had carried him off in the middle of the night. So, he tweaked his father’s words a little.
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