Unwanted Daddy Don't Come Closer to Mommy novel Chapter 328

Later on, when Sonia and Victor had gone far away, Dixon remained standing at the front door of the hotel in a daze. Carney felt sympathy but helpless.

The face was that he hurt Sonia and Victor. It was normal that they didn't want to accept his kindness.

Carney made a call to the Grand East attendant to send all those gifts Dixon had prepared to the ward of the hospital. Then he put away the crown. He thought that the crown was made for Victor. One day, this young master would want to wear it again.

Not long after Sonia arrived at the ward, there was a knock on the door. It was the waiters from the Grand East. They brought over all the gifts Dixon had prepared from the age of one to five. Victor was frozen. He didn't expect that they would send those gifts to the ward.

The boy grabbed the two super-sized bags and headed out.

Sonia called out to him, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," Victor looked back and smiled at her, "to return some things."

Victor found a tin trash can in the small garden behind the hospital. And then he threw all those things in. He was afraid that Dixon would ask someone to take them out again later, so he simply took a lighter out.

Speaking of boredom, he lit a fire to burn all the memories to ashes.

In the firelight, the teenager's eyes were like hardened and refined steel, cold and sharp. His eyes were polished like in the fire, sharp and biting. He did not move to stare at the fire in the tin trash can. Those Dixon prepared the blood of the heart are all engulfed by the flame. Perhaps Dixon had been preparing those gifts for a long time, but it only cost a few seconds to burn them.

The burned toys made a crackling sound. From time to time, small fragmented parts were ejected by the fire, hitting the tin wall of the garbage can and falling back into the fire.

In the middle of winter, the wind howled. The fire flared into life. Other trash in the trash can was burned to ashes too. Under Victor's eyes, Dixon's gift turned into nothing in a flash.

The wind blew, raising a puff of ash from the trash can. There came the pungent smell of burnt mixture.

Victor stood in front of the trash can. His expression was cold like Dixon's back then.

When the fire went out, suddenly, the boy grinned and walked away as if nothing had happened.

He knew that someone was watching him. He also knew that his every move would be reported to Dixon.

But he just had to let Dixon know that he did not care.

For something, a wrong deed would always be the wrong deed. There was never any room for turning back.

He didn't want to forgive him. He absolutely couldn't forgive him.

Victor burned up Dixon's birthday gifts for him. When Dixon heard this, he lost control and crushed the cup in his hand.

All of a sudden, the fragments splashed. The glass fragments stabbed into the palm. But Dixon seemed to be unable to notice the pain. His fingers clenched tightly. Blood spilled out of his fingers. Carney was shocked.

He said, "Mr. Borris, we must go to the hospital. The fragment in the hand..."

Dixon kept silent. He opened his palm, which was now bloody and mangled. He had already got a scar on his palm, which he got the scar when he lost his mind to Sonia in his villa. Now, he got the new scars, which were like being sprayed and looked terrible.

His palm lines were broken by these scars.