The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 1055 Wanting to Be his Stepmother

Chapter 1055 Wanting to Be his Stepmother

Anthony's face was serious, and he seemed reluctant to answer the question. He casually replied, "It's

an adult matter. Don't worry about it, kid."

Alistair pouted unhappily and felt frustrated inside. His father's attitude was impatient; he obviously

didn't like him.

He let go of Anthony's hand and quickly ran ahead with his short legs into the villa.

"Alistair, watch where you're going. Don't cry if you fall," Anthony warned in a deep voice as he turned

around to see Paloma leading Bryleigh inside while they exchanged pleasantries.

His deep blue eyes darkened slightly as he didn't even want to glance at that woman out of the corner

of his eye. He spun around and headed straight for his study.

As dinner time approached, there was a flurry of activity in the Callahan family kitchen while the hosts

remained leisurely.

Alistair returned to his small room and sat on the carpet playing with his toy four-wheel drive car. Only

these little things could temporarily make him forget about the unpleasantness between him and

Anthony as he immersed himself in playing games and daydreaming.

After a few minutes had passed, suddenly someone opened his door from outside wearing high heels.

Alistair heard it and turned around only to see Bryleigh walking in without knocking first.

He felt annoyed, "Isn't it polite to knock before entering someone else's room? Didn't your parents

teach you that?"

Bryleigh smiled but didn't answer him directly; instead she walked over next to him gently coaxing,

"Can I call you Alistair? Is it fun being alone in your room? Do you want me to play with you?"

"No thanks! Please leave," Alistair said coldly because he didn't like her at all since she called his

father "Anthony", which was too intimate for comfort, making him feel threatened by her presence.

Bryleigh shrugged off his rejection, picking up one of Alistair's toys from off of the carpet. "Kid, are you

curious about what my relationship is with your father?"

Alistair blinked his blue eyes looking surprised then put down his toy four-wheel drive car asking

curiously, "Will you really tell me?"

"Of course! You have every right to know." Bryleigh smiled softly then whispered, "I'm actually your

father's ex-girlfriend - we were both trained at Security Agency camp together but we had some

unpleasantness between us, so we separated after I went on duty guarding borders."

Alistair listened intently, feeling very surprised by this revelation and asking more questions, "Was my

dad really powerful back then? Why isn't he still Director now?"

Bryleigh smiled, "Then you probably have to ask him yourself. However, that's his dark history and not

something he would want to share with you. Besides, that's not the point. The point is I'm back and I

can tell he still has feelings for me..." This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Before she could finish, Alistair said, "You want to be my stepmother?"

"Is it not good? I feel that we have a good connection, and I will take good care of you and treat you as

my own son."

"Not good!"

Alistair answered decisively, and his small eyebrows furrowed in anger. "I have a real mother. I don't

need you. You're a bad woman trying to destroy my family."

Bryleigh covered her lips and giggled.

"Your mother has been dead for five years. Why are you still thinking about her? And as a child, you

cannot be so selfish. You cannot always have your father to yourself. He needs a suitable and excellent

partner. Do you understand?"

Alistair was extremely angry upon hearing this, and he stood up abruptly with his fists clenched tightly.

"My mom didn't die. She just went to a faraway place before. She has recently come back and visited

me. I don't need you, the unnecessary old auntie! Go away!"

But Bryleigh sneered, "When I got back, I heard that you just got out of the hospital today. It seems that

you were in the hospital because of some mental problems. To imagine that a woman who has been

dead for five years comes back to see you? And you want to take over your father? You're a selfish,

sick, bad boy."

"What did you say?! Say it again?"

His small chest heaved violently, his beautiful eyes turned red, and he threw his four-wheel drive at her.

"Get out! I hate you!"

With a scream, Bryleigh didn't dodge and was hit right on the forehead.

Paloma learned that Bryleigh went to Alistair's room and was about to go upstairs to see the two of

them when she happened to hear Bryleigh's screams.

"What's going on?"

Paloma pushed open the door and immediately noticed that Bryleigh was injured, with blood on her

forehead. She looked at Paloma with a sad expression and said, "Paloma, I don't know why Alistair had

to use his four-wheel drive to hit me."

Alistair, with his hands on his hips and a look of disgust, glared at Bryleigh.

Paloma didn't know what had happened between the two, but regardless, Alistair's disrespect towards

his elders was not acceptable.

"Alistair, apologize to Bryleigh quickly."

"I won't! I'm not wrong. She's got a bad mouth and bad manners and she deserves it!"

"Alistair," said Paloma, winking wildly, "listen, apologize first."

Alistair pouted and turned away, "No, she doesn't deserve it."

Paloma had always been an advocate of gentle education and didn't know how to deal with the

mischievous little brat.

Until Anthony came down from his study upstairs.

After taking a quick glance around the room, Anthony asked sternly, "Alistair, why did you hit her?"

As soon as he heard his father's voice, Alistair's eyes welled up with tears. He was so upset that he

could barely speak. "She just said..."

"Anthony, forget it. It's just a small injury; I'm fine," Bryleigh interrupted him immediately and pretended

to be relaxed. "I told him to listen to you more and not make you angry all the time. Maybe that

sentence angered him."

Alistair was stunned.

Could there be such a disgusting behavior? Telling lies with open eyes?

He was furious and grabbed a small toy from the carpet again before throwing it at Bryleigh once more.

"You're lying! You're a bad woman!"

"Alistair!"

Anthony scolded him while catching the toy thrown at him by Alistair seriously, staring at him. "You're

becoming more lawless every day; even in front of me, you want to hit someone? Where did your

upbringing go? "

He bit his lip in frustration as tears swirled in his eyes stubbornly, refusing to give up and muttering

softly, "I'm not wrong."

Seeing things getting worse by the minute, Bryleigh pressed her forehead, "Anthony, I... I suddenly feel

dizzy."

Paloma immediately supported her, "Then let's go get checked out at hospital first. The incident earlier

was caused by my grandson's mistake. I hope you don't take it too hard. We won't refuse any medical

expenses or compensation."

Alistair was so angry that he almost jumped up. "Grandma, I'm not wrong!"

Bryleigh's wound started bleeding which meant hitting her was indeed true. Paloma could only choose

to appease the injured party first without making things bigger than they already were.

"Anthony, you drive faster. Take Bryleigh to hospital now."

Anthony nodded in agreement, his handsome brows furrowed tightly as he ordered Saul, "Take Alistair

for self-reflection in our ancestral hall."

"Yes, sir."

Saul had no choice but went forward trying pull Alistair along. Angered, Alistair struggled free from

Saul, "She is bad, and Daddy is bad too. I don't want love Daddy anymore!"

Wiping away some unmanly tears, Alistair sobbed while running towards ancestral hall direction.

Anthony watched the young boy's figure disappear and let out a sigh of resignation. He turned to the

butler and said, "Keep an eye on Alistair, but don't disturb him. Let him calm down for a bit and I'll

handle it when I come back."