The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 1031

Chapter 1031 Father and Son Showdown

Alistair pouted and pinched his small hand, struggling with himself.
If he hurt his hand, the other kids at kindergarten would see it...
He had no choice but to endure the pain on his butt.
He was full of bitterness and rubbed his little butt in sympathy for himself.
Anthony wasn't in a hurry and waited patiently for him to finish struggling with himself. "Have you decided?"
"Yes. I choose the butt."
Anthony put down his pen and picked up the plastic ruler again. "Lie on the sofa across from us."
Alistair didn't go to the sofa but instead walked over and grabbed onto Anthony's suit pants leg with both hands. "Can I lie on your lap instead?"
He glanced at his son who always had a strong sense of revenge. Every time he got punished, he would find a way to get back at him.
What bad idea was Alistair holding back this time?
In the end, Anthony didn't refuse but bent down to lift Alistair onto his lap by supporting him under both arms.
"Daddy~" Alistair wanted to try hugging his neck but before he could say anything, Anthony flipped him over face-down onto his lap.
Waaah! Daddy was so cold-hearted!
He kicked his legs nervously as if trying not to let out any secrets from deep within.
The next second, Anthony easily pulled off Alistair's pants while holding down the squirming little waist with one hand.
"Don't move," he warned as he picked up the ruler again from where it lay on the table beside them.
With forceful precision, Anthony brought down one swift strike that made a crisp sound upon impact.
A shiver ran through Alistair's body as if hit by an electric shock. However there were no tears or cries coming out of him yet...
"Hiss..." It was actually Anthony who gasped first because while bringing down that strike earlier, both of Alistair's small hands were squeezing tightly around one of his legs while biting hard into it simultaneously - making it much more painful than what Anthony inflicted upon him just now!
Anthony frowned deeply, feeling increasingly breathless due to pain building up inside...
No wonder why Alistair wanted so badly for lying on top of his lap. It turned out there was also some hidden motive behind wanting revenge too!
The wind whistled sharply followed immediately by another crisp sound – smack!
"Aaah!" Suddenly, he raised up his head due to the intense pain caused by this. Even his tiny legs curled inwardly involuntarily which were unable touch ground anymore...
It seemed like Anthony hit him harder this time... but still not enough! He howled once more, using his own method and trying ease discomfort caused by spanking…
Bad daddy! Always bullying him… should suffer together with him too!
Anthony tightened his jaw and let out a hiss.
His leg was hurting.
The father and son were silently competing, looking like they were in it together, sharing the same hardships. Anthony didn't stop him or get angry at him for what he was doing.
He raised the ruler high in his hand, continuing to apply pressure as he evenly dropped it down. Each time, he had to make sure that he was calm enough not to really hurt his son. After about ten tries, Alistair's little butt behind him had been covered with a layer of redness and swelling.
Anthony stopped and asked in a deep voice, "How many is that?"
Alistair with teary eyes reluctantly loosened the grip on his dad's leg and said in a muffled voice, "I don't know."
Anthony sighed helplessly and said,"Twelve."
"Oh twelve."
Anthony took advantage of this to ask another question, "Add eight more then subtract fifteen from that number. What do you get?"
Alistair's little brain had no choice but to start working again as he pondered for quite some time before hesitantly answering, "... five?"
Snap!
Another crisp sound of the ruler hitting.
"Thirteen plus eighteen, times two, times three, divided by six equals. How much?"
Alistair hummed for quite some time before finally giving an uncertain answer, "Thirty-one?"
Anthony furrowed his eyebrows, "Wrong! This one doesn't count."
The ruler pressed against Alistair's hot little butt as another hit landed on it.
"Whenever there are addition, subtraction, multiplication, division present without parentheses around them, you should always perform multiplication and division first followed by addition and subtraction later on. You've forgotten all the basic rules! Have you just been playing around all week?"
"Waaahhh..."
Alistair couldn't come up with any excuses so he could only cry helplessly while biting down on his leg while and grinding his teeth together.
He was too pitiful. His dad held onto his weakness tightly while spanking him!
"Continue now... thirteen minus seven, plus nineteen, times two..."
"..."
In the study room came continuous sounds of the ruler hitting something hard.
Because Alistair answered wrong multiple times earlier, he received four or five extra hits this time around.
"Waaahh this isn't fair! You cheat! You bully me!"
He complained loudly and was ready to explode into tears at any moment, because it felt like such an injustice towards him - especially since they agreed upon fifteen hits beforehand!
His poor little buttocks hurt so much!
"My head hurts so bad. I really can't answer anymore questions. Daddy … you don't care about me at all…waaaahhh… I'm so miserable… if grandma knows you bully me, she would definitely seek justice for me... hmph…"
He mentioned Paloma directly, hoping to suppress Anthony.
Anthony put the ruler back on the table.
"The Callahan family is under my control, and even your great-grandmother has to listen to me. Besides, it's only natural for a father to teach his son. She can't help you."
Upon hearing this, Alistair burst into tears and wailed loudly, "Poor baby with a daddy like you!"
He cried so hard that his little nose twitched and he deliberately wiped his snot and tears all over Anthony's expensive pants.
Anthony sighed again and held onto Alistair's waist firmly as he calmly lectured him, "Alistair, I don't need Spencer to talk to you about this matter. When I was your age, I aced all my math tests in elementary school and ranked first in class since day one."
"And at that time, nobody in the Callahan family cared about me. I had nothing, not even exercise books. So I borrowed them from your Uncle Shane instead. I begged him for a copy of each page before returning them."
Alistair listened tearfully but obediently said, "Yes, Daddy, you're amazing! Only I'm stupid..."
"I'm not asking for high intelligence or thinking that you're dumb. However, if only you could take studying more seriously instead of always wanting to play around... Even if there are many mistakes in your math homework, despite trying hard on it honestly, I won't blame or punish you harshly, because what makes me angry is when you don't put effort into it but just try to get by with minimum effort while fooling around here."
"Waaah..."
Alistair sobbed pitifully while his tears shone in his eyes,
"I was wrong! I won't do it again next time! Please forgive me..."
His chest heaved heavily as he choked up.
Anthony helped him pull up his pants, then handed him several tissues while patting his back gently until he calmed down after several minutes.
When Alistair seemed more stable emotionally than before crying hysterically earlier, Anthony let go of him slowly, then allowed him stand there sniffling away.
He handed over a small notebook filled with red circles and notes written with red ink.
"Except for two questions where mistakes were made due carelessness repetition errors, I have written an analysis of all other incorrect answers. They're composed entirely of words that can be understood by yourself. If there are any parts that still confuse or puzzle you too much, just use an audio pen device. Before going bed tonight, recopy everything correctly."
Alistair wiped off the remaining moisture from his face using one arm, then took the notebook offered by Anthony,
"Got it."
"Good boy, now go back upstairs. I still have some work matters left tonight."
Recently, the Callahan Group had developed new international trade and there was too much to handle. Alistair rubbed his sore little butt and said, "Daddy, finish your work and go to bed early. I will leave first."
He ran away while still lively and jumping.
But even after being beaten up just now, he still felt uncomfortable in his heart, so he left decisively.
Anthony watched the little brat leave the study room with a sigh before shaking his head helplessly.
His pants were soaked with snot, tears, saliva that Alistair intentionally retaliated with earlier. It was indescribably dirty. Although he was educating his son, Anthony's situation was the worst.
This vengeful little brat really didn't let him relax. He sighed heavily before choosing to take a shower and change into pajamas before starting work.
...
At midnight.
Alistair's room was black with snoring sounds filling the air.
The little brat had already fallen asleep on the bed.
The door opened gently as a narrow sliver of light from the hallway shone through, followed by a slanting shadowy figure of light.
Anthony slowed down his footsteps as he closed the door behind him without turning on any lights.
With only a soft flashlight beam for illumination, he sat down quietly beside Alistair's bed.