CHAPTER 487: REFLECTION

Robert Stephens looked at him with some headache, this child was becoming more and more disobedient.

"Didn’t I say that children shouldn’t interrupt when adults are talking?" he said in a low voice, "If you have something to say, wait until we finish talking!"

Over there, Edward Stephens was already too lazy to bother with their nagging. He got up from the sofa and said indifferently, "If it’s just these trivial matters, then I’m leaving. I have work to handle tonight."

Robert Stephens: "You haven’t been home for more than four months. George also misses you at home. Since you finally came, can’t you stay with him a little longer?"

Edward’s footsteps paused at the door, he slightly turned his head and glanced at the child standing beside Robert Stephens.

The child immediately straightened his body and looked back at him adorably.

He quickly withdrew his gaze indifferently and said in a cold voice, "I’m leaving."

Without paying any more attention to the two in the room, he opened the door and left.

George Stephens’s eyes, full of hope, were instantly covered by a cloud of disappointment. He stared blankly at Edward’s departing figure, his eyes gleaming, almost about to burst into tears.

Robert Stephens looked at his devastated expression, frowned slightly, and pulled him, "All right, you should go do your homework..."

"Teacher, you made my dad leave in anger. You liar! You clearly said you called him over to play with me!"

George Stephens was in a daze for a while, suddenly erupted, and in the steward’s state of panic, he threw the small rubber ball in his hand at Robert Stevens’s face, cried, and rushed into his room, slamming the door shut with a "bang".

"...!!!" The butler was stunned for a moment before reacting, shouting in horror, "Sir, are you okay!"

He hurriedly came over to pick up the rubber ball from the floor.

Robert Stephens sat on the sofa, his expression more serious than ever, as if the impact was tremendous, he remained silent for a long time.

The old butler was terrified, fearing that Robert Stephens might, in a fit of rage, drag George Stephens out and slaughter him.

"Alas." After a long while, Robert Stephens let out a low sigh, "Help me to the wheelchair, I will go in and comfort him."

"Ah?" The old butler was taken aback for a moment, not reacting until Robert Stevens placed his hand on his arm, and only then did he instinctively help him to the wheelchair.

"I really shouldn’t have neglected him." There was actually a bit of introspection in Robert Stephens’s tone. He shook his head, asked the butler to push him to George Stephens’s door, and spoke to him through the door, "George, open the door."

George Stephens wailed inside, ignoring him.

How did this child’s temper develop to this point?

Even when Edward Stephens was at his most disobedient, he never went this crazy.

Robert Stephens swallowed his anger and coaxed warmly, "If you don’t open the door, I’ll throw your rubber ball out the window."

The crying inside gradually stopped, and after a moment, the door was opened a crack.

George Stephens peered out with tearful eyes, looking at him through the crack.

"Where’s my little rubber ball?"

Robert Stephens took the small rubber ball from the butler and handed it to him.

George Stephens opened the door crack a bit wider and quickly took the ball away.

"How about we go find your dad again tomorrow?"

"By tomorrow, you will definitely leave me aside again and talk about your own things."