"Bang——"
As his words fell, a pillow flew straight at him.
Chester Yale abruptly stood up from the sofa, pointing at Chad Yakov who had been hit by a pillow, gritting his teeth, "You brat, I did that to give you a chance to be born, and you have the nerve to laugh at me?!"
"Dad, did you get it wrong? It seems like because Mom had me, Grandma was willing to accept you." Chad Yakov, hit by the pillow, wasn't angry and leisurely talked back to Chester Yale.
"You... Evelyn Sherman, look at your Son!" Chester Yale was cornered by his own Son and looked at his Wife with grievance.
He said, Sons are born to be hated!
His Little Princess is still considerate, never talks back, only acts cute.
A well-behaved and adorable Daughter, how lovable!
"Chester Yale, how old are you, still being serious with Damian?" Evelyn Sherman stood not far away, arms crossed, with an expression like "It's none of my business, if you can't win by arguing, just have a fight."
