Spencer had always been cold and harsh with his words, speaking in a way that was not very pleasant to hear. Molly was used to it by now and rolled her eyes at him playfully.
"You're so good at saying one thing but meaning another. You scold me on one hand, but then follow me around like a shadow. You're the backbone of my milk tofu."
He scoffed lightly, "I'm not here to be his backbone. I'm here for the entertainment value. Even if Anthony were to kill him, I'd only call the police and have him arrested."
"Waaahhh..." Alistair became even more frightened.
Spencer didn't want to be his backbone because when their father found out, he'll be in big trouble.
Molly glared at her brother. "Stop scaring him like that! It's not like you to bully little kids."
Spencer looked out the window as a gentle breeze blew through his short hair, making his pale face look even colder than usual.
"You should worry less about being caught by Anthony and more about whether or not he loves you as his son," Spencer continued with his snide remarks.
Alistair quickly popped up from behind Molly, trying desperately to defend himself. "My daddy loves me!"
"If you're gone for fifteen minutes with Molly, Callahan family's bodyguards will find you and tell Anthony where you are. Yet he still hasn't come looking for you. His career is more important than being there for his own son." Spencer said matter-of-factly
Alistair pouted but can't think of anything else to say so he turned away from them, looking outside instead.
It was getting dark outside. Maybe his Dad was busy with work?
His heart felt heavy as he opened up both hands, revealing they were still swollen from clenching them into fists earlier, which caused pain throughout them both.
Spencer saw Alistair's disappointment written all over him and continued talking, "If I were in your shoes, I would leave him completely behind."
"Spencer!" Molly gave Spencer an annoyed look while whispering under her breath, "Milk Tofu is too young. Don't teach him bad things."
Spencer smirked before folding arms across chest, "Taking Milk Tofu away from home isn't considered bad advice?"
Molly had nothing left she can say while Alistair hugged tightly onto Panda pillow, shaking head back-and-forth and denying what Spencer said earlier.
"Spencer's wrong! My daddy may abandon me someday but I could never abandon my daddy!"
Looking down upon Alistair curiously now after hearing what he had just said moments ago, Spencer said,
"How could someone like Anthony raise such a well-behaved child?"
"Spencer!" Alistair stood up, furrowing his brows and glaring at him. "You can curse me, but you can't curse my daddy."
"How ridiculous. He's not even afraid of me cursing him. What makes you think you can stand up for him? And if I curse him, what are you going to do about it?"
Alistair clenched his small fists and raised them up, waving them a few times. "I got beaten up this time because I got into a fight and sent them to the hospital. Spencer, you're weak and can't take a beating."
His threat was clear.
To Molly and Spencer's eyes, this six-year-old boy had no intimidation whatsoever. Instead, his fierce appearance was adorable.
Spencer sneered but before he could say anything else, Molly cut in first. "Spencer, stop it already! Milk Tofu is so well-behaved. Don't make him cry."
"I like seeing good babies cry. They look the most interesting when they're crying," he said with lips slightly pale as if he were an evil-hearted pretty boy.
Alistair panted heavily with anger but had no way of dealing with Spencer.
He didn't actually like Spencer because his father always compared him to Spencer- thinking that Spencer was smarter, better behaved than him- which made Alistair subconsciously resentful towards Spencer.
But then again he felt that he shouldn't think like that or else he would be considered a bad baby himself.
However, he could tell that even Spencer was repulsed by him too.
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