CHAPTER 12: CHAPTER 12: WHAT RIGHT DO YOU HAVE?

Sabrina Hayes suddenly felt a bit relieved that Zara had autism, making her less sensitive to emotions and often lost in her own world.

Otherwise, seeing her dad being nicer to someone else than to her would be heartbreaking!

This breakfast tasted like wax to Sabrina.

However, it was Zara’s favorite flavor.

The little one sat in her high chair, sipping porridge with a small spoon, and tugged at her clothes, saying slowly and cutely in her tiny voice, "Mommy, Zara... doesn’t want... to play with him..."

Despite having autism, she was smart and perceptive.

She could tell that person outside made Mommy very angry.

Sabrina patted her head, gently comforting her, "Okay, don’t play with him. Take your time eating, Zara. We’re not in a rush..."

She thought that if they took their time, perhaps that pesky kid would get bored and go off on his own.

But reality disappointed Sabrina.

After eating for half an hour and coming out of the dining room, that child still hadn’t left.

He was still waiting in the same spot.

Seeing the two of them, his eyes lit up and he eagerly took out a bunch of toys from his bag, saying, "Zara, you’re finally done eating? Come here! These are all toys I asked Uncle Hawthorne to buy according to your preferences, you’ll definitely like them..."

Sonny was extremely enthusiastic.

Sabrina saw this and her expression was indifferent.

Zara buried her head in Sabrina’s arms, ignoring him.

Jordan Hawthorne saw Sonny being ignored and his face darkened, scolding, "Zara, where’s your basic manners? Sonny is kindly inviting you to play, and you won’t even give him a response?"

Zara didn’t respond, as if she hadn’t heard his question.

Seeing this, Jordan could only direct his anger at Sabrina, "Is this how you educate your child?"

Sabrina’s gaze was cold as she looked at him, "I teach Zara to maintain distance from those who mean her harm, is that a problem? She has the right to choose her own friends, who to play with. What right do you have to force her?"

Jordan’s expression was very displeased, as if enraged, "Do you really have to be this hostile to a child? Sonny is only four, why such prejudices against him?"

Sabrina opened her mouth, but ultimately couldn’t be bothered to explain.

Anyway, he wouldn’t believe it.

The accusations at the funeral were still vivid in her memory, she didn’t want to invite more trouble.

The only thing she could do was protect Zara, not letting the troublemaker near her.

With that in mind, Sabrina said no more and carried Zara back to the room.

Jordan called out angrily from behind, "Sabrina Hayes, stop right there!"

But Sabrina didn’t even turn her head.

"Uncle, does Auntie Sabrina really hate me that much?"

Sonny seeing this, pretended to be sad, his eyes dropping, acting very convincingly.

Jordan couldn’t bear it, immediately picking him up, "Don’t mind her, Sonny, you’re very well-behaved, Uncle likes you very much. If Zara doesn’t play with you, then I’ll take you to her playroom, there are lots of toys there, you can play all you want."

With that, Sonny finally felt somewhat better, "Mm, thank you, Uncle..."

Soon, Jordan took him to the playroom on the second floor.

Upon entering, Sonny was very unhappy.

That brat actually had such a big playroom!

But he didn’t show it, instead acting very surprised, "Wow, Uncle, your playroom is so big! It looks so fun here, Zara is really lucky... Can I really play with anything?"

"Of course, as long as you like it."

Jordan ruffled his hair, gently, "Go play then!"

Sonny nodded and quickly dove in.

Jordan didn’t stay, going to the study to handle business.

As soon as he left, Sonny started venting his frustrations, wreaking havoc everywhere he could, pushing down whatever was pushable, turning over whatever he could overturn.

For more than two hours, he caused quite the commotion.

In the room, Sabrina was watching English cartoons with Zara when the noise startled her, prompting her to get up and take a look.

When she saw the situation inside, she was stunned.

Zara’s beloved playroom was in total disarray.

The beautiful Christmas tree was maliciously toppled and crushed, the cute stuffed animals strewn everywhere!

Most severely, the block castle Zara had painstakingly built had collapsed, thousands of pieces scattered all over the place.

Sabrina remembered how happy Zara was about this for many days back then.

Now...

Fury surged within her as she entered the room and sharply scolded Sonny, "Who let you in here? This isn’t your house, hasn’t anyone taught you to be polite in others’ homes?"

Hearing her voice, Sonny looked indifferent and even made a funny face, saying, "It was Dad Hawthorne who let me in, mind your own business! Anyway, this place will be mine sooner or later, nya nya nya..."

Sabrina was incredulous.

She never thought a child could be this unruly.

And calling him Dad Hawthorne so affectionately, even saying this place would become his...

Is this how Jordan Hawthorne sees it too, bringing him here???

Sabrina’s whole body trembled.

But regardless, the marriage isn’t over yet.

She won’t indulge this ill-mannered child.

"Get out, you’re not welcome here!"

Sabrina walked over, grabbing his hand to lead him out.

Seeing this, Sonny immediately struggled, "Let go of me, I won’t leave... On what grounds are you kicking me out?"

Then he started shouting at the top of his lungs, "Uncle Hawthorne... Uncle Hawthorne..."

The sound brought Jordan out of the study swiftly to see what was going on.

Seeing the two pulling at each other, he instantly frowned, "What’s going on here?"

Sabrina hadn’t even had a chance to speak before Sonny rushed over crying to complain, with a pitiful tone, "Uncle Hawthorne, Auntie isn’t letting me play in there, she wants to kick me out."

Jordan’s face soured, his eyes immensely cold, "Sabrina Hayes, are you serious? Picking on a four-year-old child repeatedly, find that amusing?"

Sabrina fought down her rage, gritting her teeth, "How about you see what he’s done to Zara’s things first?"

Jordan frowned, walked over to take a look.

In the playroom, the place was a mess, nothing like its usual cleanliness.

Jordan knitted his brows, sternly telling the little one beside him, "Sonny, that’s not okay!"