Chapter 1033 Memories Triggered by Scenery


    Chapter 1033 Memories Triggered by Scenery


    Alistair nervously squeezed his small hands and wiped his pants.


    "Daddy, I don''t want to y anymore. Can I finish learning the whole song before you check again?"


    Anthony shook his head and repeated, "y the first half of this song again."


    "But... but Daddy, don''t you have to go to work? Aren''t you going to bete for your meeting?"


    Anthony looked at his watch and said calmly, "I still have time. You can y it two more times."


    Alistair felt like he was being forced into a corner and had no choice but to y. The piano notes


    sounded young and inexperienced with a deep sense of helplessness from the little boy''s heart.


    Before Paloma left, Anthony was like a statue sitting next to him. Now he felt overwhelmed!


    As Alistair started ying the first row of scales on the sheet music, Anthony reminded him in a low


    voice, "Pay attention to your hand position and wrist cement."


    Alistair followed suit but got nervous when corrected by Anthony on posture, causing his little fingers


    tremble slightly.


    Suddenly there was an abrupt high-pitched note that made Alistair hold his breath as he stared at


    Anthony with big blue eyes, saying, "Daddy..."


    Oh no! He yed wrong in front of his father!


    Anthony remained calm, "Give me your hand."


    Alistair pouted as he handed over his right hand which had just yed wrong.


    His soft palmy open while Anthony''srge fingertips came together slightly. His hand tapped it lightly


    causing a burning sensation that made Alistair whimper softly...


    He quickly withdrew his hand, rubbing it against each other and pitifully holding back his tears.


    "Keep ying."


    "If you''re not focused enough, then try me!" His stern tone carried great authority, making Alistair sit up


    straighter and forcing him into full concentration mode.


    After listening for another two minutes or so while checking time repeatedly on this watch, Anthony


    said, "It''s better than before, but you''ll continue with vocal lessonster this afternoon for the second


    half."


    "What? Do I still have practice piano at home this afternoon? But Daddy, Momo has already nned


    something fun!"


    Without waiting for an answer from Anthony, Alistair continued pleadingly, "I can''t break my promise


    with Momo. Daddy, you don''t want me to be bad, right?"


    Anthony nodded confidently, "Then let Momoe over to our house and practice piano with you. She


    never had much of a musical talent growing up, so it''ll be good for her to listen to some music."


    Alistair remained silent.


    "That''s settled then. I''ll talk to Momo about it and you can focus on practicing at home. Both the vocal


    teacher and she wille over," Anthony said reassuringly as he ruffled Alistair''s soft and fluffy hair


    before leaving the Cahan family home.


    After Anthony left, Alistair sat on the piano bench with his legs swinging back and forth without touching


    the ground.


    His proper posture deted in an instant like a punctured ball, listless.


    Paloma checked that Anthony was gone by hiding beside the wall before hobbling towards Alistair with


    her cane.


    "My dear baby boy, are you okay?"


    She cooed lovingly while rubbing his hand that was hit by Anthony earlier. She felt sorry for him.


    "He''s such a bully," she grumbled indignantly.


    "Don''t worry though. When hees back from work tonight, I will help you get even."


    When Alistair heard that she would help him seek justice, he smiled broadly saying, "Grandma, you''re


    always there for me!"


    "Does it still hurt? Let me blow on it," asked Paloma.


    "It''s okay now. It doesn''t hurt anymore," replied Alistair as he looked down at his palm where there


    were faint red marks left behind by Anthony''s attack.


    Paloma breathed a sigh of relief after seeing no serious injuries, but worried about how far Anthony


    might go next time if not stopped in time.


    A distracted look crossed over Alistair''s face as if lost in thought, before finally asking, "Grandma, did


    Daddy really not have any toys or learn how to y piano when he was little?"


    Paloma sighed deeply, full of regretful memories. "Yes indeed! He had a tough childhood."


    As the illegitimate son, despite being acknowledged as part of the Cahans'' family tree and


    addressed respectfully by their servants most times, he didn''t enjoy all privileges entitled to legitimate


    heirs due to his status.


    "I fell ill during those years and couldn''t protect him. This is something I regret till today," continued


    Paloma who despiteing from an affluent background, didn''t hold any prejudice against illegitimate


    children. Since they were innocent, they shouldn''t suffer due their parents'' mistakes.


    "So, Alistair, you need to be good and listen to him more, and don''t make him angry."


    "Okay," Alistair pouted and generously said,


    "Although Daddy can be too harsh sometimes, I won''t hold a grudge. When I get punished in the future,


    I''ll try not to retaliate against Daddy."


    Paloma couldn''t help but smile indulgently as she yfully tapped his little nose.


    "Don''t act too foolishly now. If he scolds you,e find me instead. I can support you, but you can''t


    use your own methods to get back at him."


    "I know~" Alistair hugged Paloma and whined yfully, "Grandma, I don''t want to practice piano this


    afternoon. I want to go out and y with Momo. Can you help me?"


    Paloma remained silent for a moment before speaking up again.


    Anthony was now the head of the Cahan family after all. Even though she was an elder whom


    Anthony respected greatly, she cannot tantly disobey his rules.


    "Forget about going out. It''s not safe right now. When Momoes overter on today, you two can


    stay at home and y games instead. But I have final say: no piano lessons today."


    "Yay! Hooray for Grandma!" Alistair cheered with wild gestures.


    In the afternoon not only did Mollye over but Lyra as well.


    "Aunt Lyra came too! Is work not busy today?"


    Lyra crouched down and smiled while patting Alistair''s head gently,


    "Just taking a day off from work so that Momo could visit you."


    "Heheh Aunt Lyra, you''re really nice," he said while praising her before turning around to hug Molly


    immediately afterwards.


    Molly was already eleven years old by then - much taller than little dumpling - wearing military green


    long-sleeved pants and had her hair tied up high into a ponytail which made her look very heroic


    despite being so young.


    It gave off an air of security around her personage.


    "Milk Tofu (Alistair), has your dad been punishing youtely?"


    "Yes," he held out his palm towards Molly''s face, saying, "I just got spanked by my dad earlier this


    morning. It hurt like hell!"


    He pouted adorably when saying this sentence which made him seem very childish yet cute at the


    same time!


    When looking towards Molly, however there was nothing but admiration and fondness in his eyes, his


    sapphire blue pupils sparkled brightly like stars in space!


    Molly took hold of his hand saying, "Come on, let''s go upstairs and y together! Recently I''ve been


    learning how to shoot guns. I''ll teach ya using toy guns okay?"


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    The two children ran inside together while Lyra stood outside watching their backs receding into


    distance.


    Suddenly some youthful memories were stirred within her heart...


    Her marksmanship skills as well as horseback riding were all taught by Anthony when they were still


    young... Now, her precious daughter was teaching Anthony''s son, as if they had swapped roles from


    back then.


    Paloma slowly approached her and said, "Lyra,e in for a cup of tea?"


    Lyra snapped out of her thoughts and smiled. "Sure thing, Paloma."


    On this fulfilling Sunday afternoon, Lyra chatted with Paloma while taking a few videos of Alistair to


    send to Mavister.


    Molly and Alistair were having so much fun that theypletely forgot about his piano lessons.


    Even his teacher joined in on ying hide-and-seek with the two kids.


    That evening at the Cahan Residence dinner table...


    Alistair sat obediently next to his father and used his fork to eat from his bowl.


    Anthony put down his child-sized cutlery and picked up an adult fork instead but struggled with it still.


    "Where do you ce your index finger when holding your utensil? You won''t be able to eat without


    assistance," Anthony scolded him again.


    Alistair pouted quietly as he adjusted how he held his fork under his right hand upon being reprimanded


    by his father once more.


    Paloma sighed deeply before saying, "Alright now, Anthony, don''t keep nagging him all day long. He''ll


    learn eventually."


    "I know," Anthony nodded before putting a chicken leg onto Alistair''s te and asking him what they


    did that afternoon instead, "What did you guys do this afternoon?"


    As soon as Alistair mentioned their activities from earlier that day - learning how to shoot balloons with


    Momo, ying hide-and-seek - he became extremely excited while talking non-stop about it all!


    However... Anthony frowned upon hearing that he didn''t practice piano that day!