Chapter 1041 When There''s a Weakness, It''s Best to Pinpoint It
Facing his suspicious expression, Anthony rubbed his little head and said, "I''ve investigated the fight.
The twins being hospitalized wasn''t your fault. I was wrong to me you."
"Really?" He was overjoyed. "Then who caused their injuries?"
Anthony shook his head. "Uncle Malcolm from the National Investigation Bureau is investigating it. If
bad guys intentionally framed you, Uncle Malcolm will catch them."
"That''s great!" He lowered his head and looked at his own injuries before whispering, "So... did you
wrongly use me?"
"Yes, I used you wrongly and even punished you. I didn''t handle it well and I''m sorry. Can you
forgive me?" Anthony apologized sincerely.
Alistair felt thrilled to hear that his father had taken the initiative to apologize to him for once in his life.
"Since your attitude is quite decent this time around, I can reluctantly forgive you but on one condition."
"What condition?"
"Can we skip this week''s math test? And then can you take me to an amusement park for a day?"
"... You''re still too yful," Anthony thought.
After a moment of silence, he finally nodded and said, "Okay! This week we''ll take a break so that you
can y without any worries."
"Yeah!" He cheered excitedly, almost jumping up with joy.
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Anthony straightened up the little guy''s shoulders before giving him some words of advice, "I won''t hold
today''s runaway incident against you but such behavior isn''t eptable as it makes your great-
grandma, auntie and me all worried sick about you! There cannot be another time like this. Remember
that!"
"I know," he replied obediently.
Anthony patted his small shoulder then stood up while extending a big hand towards him, saying, "Let''s
go home."
However, he raised both arms instead saying, "Daddy, my hands hurt too much. They won''t let me hold
your hand so please carry me."
Anthony indulged him by bending down and lifting him up into his arms, while leading them towards
their luxury car without forgetting to remind Molly and Spencer, "It''s gettingte now. Your father should
have finished handling things by now, so he''lle pick you guys back home in ten minutes at most.
Don''t wander off!"
"We know! Godfather, hurry back with milk tofu!" Molly smiled happily seeing father-son conflict
resolved and feeling proud as she waved goodbye at Anthony departing with his precious godson in
tow.
Spencer remained aloof as always, his hands in his pockets and no words to offer. The luxury car
quickly drove away, its red taillights gradually disappearing into the night.
Molly watched the car disappear into the distance with great satisfaction. "He finally found out the truth
and sincerely apologized to milk tofu. That''s great," she said.
As she was feeling emotional, Spencer''s eyes were full of coldness. "It''s a waste of time watching
hypocritical people put on a show of father-son love," he said.
He had originally wanted to watch a good drama about strict parenting and a son who decided to leave
after bing disillusioned with it all, but Anthony''s performance tonight left him unsatisfied.
"Spencer..." Molly wanted to say something but felt that she wasn''t involved enough in their family
affairs nor could she truly understand her brother''s feelings after enduring years of illness. She sighed
instead.
Spencer didn''t show much expression on his face, despite being only eleven years old. He looked very
simr to Malcolm in appearance except for those icy-cold eyes that gave off an air of world-weariness
beyond his age. His pale skin and thin frame made him look sickly yet mature beyond his years.
Under the moonlight, he spoke schemingly, "I prefer seeing widowers living alone rather than families
living harmoniously or obedient son."
But given Alistair''s current status as an obedient son, this would be quite challenging for him.
However, Spencer enjoyed doing difficult things like this.
Molly thought he was just joking around and didn''t pay much attention as she sat on the steps outside
the vi with her chin resting on her hands while waiting for Malcolm to pick them up.
Meanwhile, at Suham''s forest vi located near the border mountains area where they held a simple
funeral service...
All furniture was covered in white cloth while men and women dressed in ck lowered their heads
solemnly, creating an atmosphere filled with dignity and respectfulness.
Sheldon who had aged considerably over time lit three sticks of incense before bowing down reverently
three times.
In front of him hung a ck-and-white photo showing a woman who was smiling gently. When looking
at it, one could see how simr Jacqueline looked like Lyra when smiling too.
Next to it stood one subordinate trying hard, not knowing what else could be done other than consoling
Sheldon by saying, "Mr. Alford, please take care yourself first."
Sheldon turned cold instantly as if wielding sharp knives from within his eyes. "Jacqueline has barely
been dead long enough for me not feel grief-stricken! As her adoptive father, how can I possibly find
sce?"
The subordinate couldn''t understand why Sheldon acted so harshly towards them, "But... Jacqueline
has suffered from severe depression these past few years which led up until now… Shemitted
suicide…who should we seek revenge against?"
Sheldon stared closely at the ck and white photo of Jaqueline, with monstrous anger brewing in his
chest, hating a certain name over and over again in his heart.
"If it wasn''t for that man, how could she have been depressed all day after returning to me, and finally
chose to end her life?"
The subordinates stopped talking.
The other subordinates in the surrounding circle lowered their heads one after another, for fear of being
implicated by Sheldon who was angry.
Sheldon''s eyes were red with hatred.
"Anthony Cahan!"
"Jaqueline died because of him. Why can he still sit in the Cahan Group? I have no children in my
life. Why can he still have a son?"
"The Cahans deserve to die, and Anthony deserves to be chopped up and fed to the dogs."
Speaking of anger, Sheldon took out a pistol from his waist and fired three shots at the ceiling.
Bang bang bang-
The gunshots were deafening and terrifying.
The others all turned pale and took a few steps back silently.
His subordinate Apollo Sutton stood up again and said, "Mr. Alford, the twins who fought with Alistair
Cahan a few days ago have now been targeted by NIB, and the matter has also been suppressed by
Anthony with money. The case is currently being investigated by NIB. We should be more careful
recently."
"What are you afraid of? They don''t dare to confess me."
Apollo nodded and bowed,plimenting again and again, "Yes, Mr. Alford, you are very wise and
powerful, and you can handle them. NIB can''t find our trouble."
Sheldon fetched a stack of hell money, lit it with a lighter, and personally burned it to the deceased. He
calmly arranged, "Let the people below prepare for it. We will find a way to make more troubles to the
Cahan Group. While he can''t take care of himself, we will find another opportunity to continue to deal
with the kid next to him."
"Once a person has the biggest weakness, it''s easy to handle."
Even if he could cut off one of Alistair''s fingers, Anthony would be in pain for a long time, right?
As long as it made Anthony unhappy, he was happy.
Apollo bowed, "Mr. Alford, you are wise."
Sheldonughed, grabbed a stack of money and threw it on the ceiling, "Jaqueline, I know you miss
him all day long. I''ll make you happy, and let him apany you soon."
...
For two or three days in a row, Alistair''s life finally returned to its usual calm.
He had already dropped out of the previous kindergarten, and the Cahan family was busy finding him
a better aristocratic school.
Anthony took his uing elementary school enrollment very seriously. Even though Alistair was at
home all day, Anthony arranged for him to have a private tutor so that he wouldn''t fall behind on any
important subjects.
Alistair waszy and slept all day long. Finally, after waiting for what seemed like forever, the weekend
arrived.
Early in the morning, before Anthony had even woken up, Alistair climbed onto his bed and snuggled
up next to him.
"Daddy, it''s time to wake up~ Great grandma has already helped me get ready for the day. We''re just
waiting for you~"
Anthony raised his bleary blue eyes and spokezily, "What could possibly make you so excited that
you''d wake up at 6:30 in the morning?"
listair furrowed his little brows and stared mournfully at him, "Daddy, you forgot about today? It''s an
important day!"