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Chapter 1056 He Believes in His Son
Chapter 1056 He Believes in His Son
Chapter 1056 He Believes in His Son
After arranging everything, he turned around and walked away without waiting for a certain injured
person. He seemed even colder than before.
"Anthony, wait for me," Bryleigh caught up with him.
The two of them entered the garage one after the other.
As Bryleigh was about to open the passenger door, Anthony coldly reminded her, "Sit in the back seat."
Although Bryleigh was very unhappy, she didn't say anything in the end.
The luxury car left the Callahan Residence. Bryleigh was still holding her forehead and maybe even
showing signs of pain between her eyebrows as if she had been hurt badly. Unfortunately, Anthony
didn't want to look at her face at all.
It was too quiet inside the car so Bryleigh had to find a topic herself. "Anthony, your wife has been dead
for so long now. You should consider your own happiness for your remaining years."
Even though his wife had passed away a long time ago and there was no one sitting in the passenger
seat next to him anymore, as his ex-girlfriend who he hadn't seen in years instead, it made her feel
extremely uncomfortable that he wouldn't let her sit there.
But thinking about why she came here this time made her have to speak softly and humbly towards this
man sitting in front of her.
"Anthony, I know I wasn't right before but it's been so many years now. Can you forgive me? I came
back this time because I couldn't let go of you. Can we start again?"
Suddenly there was an abrupt brake from the luxury car, which caused Bryleigh's inertia almost making
her hit into something on front seat. She could only rub gently against herself while looking innocently
at Anthony asking, "Anthony?"
"Get out," Anthony said expressionlessly.
Bryleigh froze and looked outside through the window, "We haven't arrived at hospital yet; are you
going to kick me out already?"
He repeated patiently, "Get off."
Bryleigh did not move but leaned softly against the car door, saying weakly, "I feel dizzy; my head Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.
seems slightly concussed…"
"Don't pretend." He didn't want to watch any more acting from her side as he spoke bluntly, "You're just
scratched a bit on your skin; you're an elite woman who served in military forces – what's with
pretending weakness? It's disgusting."
"At least it's your son who hit me! Can't you talk nicely instead of being sarcastic?"
"I know Alistair well enough that he wouldn't hit someone without reason. You must have provoked him
somehow. What did you say?"
At this point, all that remained for Bryliegh was explaining things lightly. "I told him that I am your ex-
girlfriend and wanted to continue our relationship when returning home this time… And also wanted
marry you."
"I have never had any substantial relationship with you. I agreed to your confession at first, but you
regretted it in a few days. You looked down on my background and despised that I could not take
control of the Callahan family. You used the excuse of going on a mission to leave for the border, and
our relationship ended long ago."
There was a cold and fierce look between his eyebrows as he glared at her with a sinister expression.
Grinding his teeth, he warned, "Bryleigh, I'm warning you not to have any ideas about my son. If you
dare to badmouth him again in front of him, I will make your entire family pay for your mistake."
Bryleigh's face turned pale and she quickly spoke in a soft and coquettish tone, "Anthony, you're
exaggerating. How could I dare to touch your son? You saw it yourself, he was the one who hit me. I
didn't even lay a finger on him."
Anthony's handsome face turned cold as he casually pulled out a wad of cash from his wallet and
tossed it to the back row.
"Medical expenses, take it and go."
The extremely indifferent tone seemed to suggest that staying with her for a few more minutes would
pollute the air.
As a young lady from a wealthy family, Bryleigh had never lacked money since childhood and had
never been given money by anyone. Anthony's actions undoubtedly made her feel insulted.
But she held back, "Anthony, can you please not treat me like this?"
Anthony's patience was running out, "If you make me repeat it for the third time, you will know the cost.
Do you want to try?"
"..."
Compared to the her family, the Callahan family was one of the three giants in Suham's aristocratic
families.
Nowadays, Anthony was the undisputed leader of the Callahan family.
His threat was not limited to literal threats.
Bryleigh was fearful in her heart.
She was kicked off the car like this, at 7:10 in the evening, by Anthony's luxury car that sped away
leaving her choking on its exhaust fumes.
"Anthony!"
She gritted her teeth and glared angrily at the taillights of the luxury car, "If it weren't for my request, do
you really think that with your illegitimate identity, you deserve to have me take a second look at you!?"
...
On the way back, Anthony did not stop on the road.
Paloma looked at him in surprise and said, "So fast? It's only been twenty minutes. Is Bryleigh okay?"
"External skin injuries, no big deal," he casually replied and continued walking towards the hall without
stopping for a moment.
Paloma quickly shouted, "You need to reason with Alistair and not resort to violence!"
Anthony walked fast and disappeared long ago.
Upon arriving at the hall, Anthony immediately spotted a little child snuggled up on a soft cushion,
soundly sleeping with his mouth slightly open and drool soaking into the cushion beneath her.
He took off his suit jacket and crouched down, wrapping his thin son's body in it. He then took out a wet
wipe and wiped the drool from his son's mouth.
Once a man obsessed with cleanliness, he didn't mind the child's saliva getting on his hands as he
carefully cleaned his son's little face.
However, after twenty minutes, Alistair was not sleeping deeply. When the cold wet wipe touched him,
he woke up immediately.
He knew it was his daddy who had come back but kept his eyes tightly closed and buried his face in
the suit jacket to continue pretending to sleep.
His eyelashes trembled from time to time, betraying him. Anthony gently tugged at Alistair's earlobe
and said, "You're still pretending even though you see me here? Don't you want to explain about hitting
her earlier?"
Alistair half-closed his eyes and secretly glanced at Anthony's hands before daring to open them and
sit up straight when he confirmed that there was no cane in sight.
He hated being wrongly accused but also feared being beaten if taken into the hall. So he quickly
defended himself,
"She said she wants to be my stepmother!"
"She cursed my mom dead!"
"She also... also called me selfish and sick! I couldn't take it anymore so I threw the toy at her."
He pouted as tears streamed down from those crystal-clear eyes filled with indescribable sadness and
grievances.
"I know you and grandma don't believe me," He cried out loudly. "Although... although hitting that bad
auntie until she bled wasn't right of me, I just didn't want to be punished again..."
Sitting obediently now on top of Anthony's lap while sniffling away sobs every now-and-then, Alistair
hiccupped between breaths while looking up into Anthony's face for reassurance.
Anthony maintained eye contact with Alistair while rubbing those rough fingertips gently over those soft
cheeks and wiping away any trace of tears.
"Okay baby boy," He began slowly, "I believe you now. But listen closely okay? If anyone ever bullies or
mistreats you again, tell me first before doing anything rash like hitting. Because violence is never an
answer especially when dealing with adults or elders. Do you understand?"
Alistair nodded vigorously while sniffling away some more tears.
Anthony finally smiled satisfactorily, ruffling his little head and jokingly said, "A man who cries at the
slightest inconvenience and sheds tears like a donkey. Are you embarrassed?"