Chapter 1334


    Several days passed.


    Over thest few days, Odell had beening home earlier than usual. Sometimes, he would be home before


    the sun even went down.


    Perhaps he did not have much to do at work.


    It was also partly because Aunt Tonya and Sebastian had their hands full taking care of the three kids. With Sylvia absent and


    Madam Carter in her usual sickly state, Isabel and Flint demanded more attention than usual which meant Odell had to head


    home earlier. Fortunately, Liam was disciplined and independent as usual.


    It was barely evening today and Odell’s car was already parked in the driveway.


    He had only walked into the yard when he heard sharp shrieksing from inside the living room.


    It was Flint running around and screaming.


    Isabel was chasing after him and screaming for him to


    stop running.


    Behind them were Aunt Tonya and Sebastian, imploring


    them to stop running around.


    Odell quickly armed into the living room and was greeted


    by the sight of Flint running around with a tiny wooden


    bench held over his head. He was running aroundUpstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g


    frantically like a headless chicken.


    Isabel was chasing after him, and she was carrying two


    balls as she ran.


    Despite Aunt Tonya and Sebastian''s incessant pleas, the


    kids refused to listen and continued their chase.


    They knocked over many things all across the living


    room, including several tableware and sses. It looked


    like a hurricane had torn through the living room.


    Odell wrenched his face in fury and yelled, “Stop right


    there!”


    His imposing roar seemed to be effective as a wave of


    silence swept over the living room in an instant.


    Isabel screeched to a stop.


    Flint noticed that his sister had stopped chasing him and stopped as well.


    Aunt Tonya and Sebastian heaved a sigh of relief. Finally, their salvation was here.


    Odell red at Isabel and Flint and asked sharply, “What are you two doing?”


    Flint pouted and put on his most innocent look. “I don’t know why Sister wants to hit me. | identally touched her bag, then she


    got angry and started chasing me.”


    The sweet, tender way in which he spoke would evoke sympathy in just about anyone.


    Isabel was furious upon hearing this. She raised the ball in her palms and took aim at Flint. “You fatso Flint, are you sure it was


    an ident?”


    Flint acted squeamish and fended himself. “I tried to stuff a toy inside your bag to make you happy.”


    Isabel shouted, “A toy! Are you sure it was a toy?!”


    Flint continued to whimper squeamishly. His eyes were round and cartoonish. “Yeah, it’s fluffy and cute, it’s a


    toy.”


    Isabel was speechless.


    She turned around and went to the trash can. She


    grimaced as she reached into the trash can and pulled something out of it. She quickly tossed it in Flint’s direction, refusing to


    hold it for even more than a second.


    Flint dodged out of the way.


    The so-called toy fell in front of Odell.


    He grimaced, and a dark look shed across his eyes.


    It was not just a simple toy. It was a miniature toy mouse that seemed just like the real thing.


    Isabel was deeply terrified of mice. Sometimes she would even fling her phone across the room if the video she was watching


    happened to have a mouse show up.


    One could only imagine her fright the moment Flint shoved such a terrible, trauma—evoking toy into her bag.


    The brat must have done it on purpose.


    To make matters worse, he was trying to y it off like it was unintentional and act like he was the victim.


    Odell took a deep breath and turned to one of the housemaids. “Throw it out.”


    The housemaid quickly picked up the toy mouse and paddled out.


    Isabel seemed relieved to see the threat eliminated. Still, she was very upset at Flint.


    Flint must have realized that he was in big trouble now, so he quickly avoided his sister and father’s gaze and yed it off as if


    nothing had happened.


    Odell looked at him and rebuked him sternly, “No more games for you today. Go back to your room, you''re


    grounded.”


    Flint whined, “But Daddy...”


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    Odell refused to hear excuses. “Are you going to head up there yourself or do you want me to carry you?”


    Flint looked at Isabel.


    Isabel seemed to soften up for a brief instant, but she quickly turned away from Flint and refused to


    acknowledge him.


    “I''ll go up by myself.” Flint whimpered, he kept his eyes on the ground and slowly walked up the stairs.


    His soft whimper evoked so much pity, the poor boy


    seemed devastated.


    Even though Aunt Tonya and Sebastian knew that Flint was merely exaggerating to gain their sympathy, they had to admit that it


    nearly worked. Their heart ached to


    see Flint in such a state.


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