Daddy, I Want Mummy...
Chapter 4's

All the characters, incidents, and settings in this story are fictional. Similarities to certain stories, both plot and characters are just coincidental and unintentional.

HAPPY READING

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After getting into the car, Owen kept his head down and did not change more than half a point.

Christopher was obviously angry while he was driving.

One does not know if Christopher is angry that Owen left the house without his permission or because he is angry at the woman.

The side door opened before the car stopped in front of the Mansion.

A small figure dashed into the Mansion, violently opening the gates.

Christopher escaped with a black face.

Baby sister welcomed him. "Young master, young master."

"Today will never happen again!" Christopher whispers.

Baby sister's body is shaking. "But the young master liked Dr. Rachel."

"So, can he interfere with other people's lives?" Christopher asked coldly.

"Young master, you might not like hearing this. But Dr. Rachel was the first person that the young master liked after what happened in the past. I think this is a good phenomenon."

"If you have such an idea, return to the mansion to rest. I will entrust Owen's care to others."

Christopher entered the study on the second floor after glancing briefly at the Baby Sister.

The baby sister looked at Christopher's go and sighed helplessly.

Christopher had just been sitting in the study when he heard a short, piercing cry and the faint sound of objects breaking.

Christopher closed his eyes and pushed open the library door.

In a matter of minutes, the previously neat and clean hall had turned into an enormous pile of trash.

Everything that could be destroyed was destroyed.

Owen stepped barefoot on the glass-studded carpet. The waiter, and the nanny followed him, but no one dared to stop him.

With a cold expression on his face, Christopher stood in the corridor on the second floor, watching Owe run wild.

Owen did not open his mouth until the glass shards damaged his white, sensitive legs. "Owen Morgan, there's no point in you continuing to make trouble!"

When Christopher is upset, he just calls her by her full name.

The small body trembled, then pushed the antique vase taller than him to the floor.

PRANGS

PRANGS

PRANGS

The sharp sound is produced by fragile porcelain and a sturdy floor. Tens of millions of antique vases were instantly smashed apart.

Owen stood crumpled, on his sensitive and stubborn little face staring intently at Christopher.

Christopher's brows furrowed as he moved down step by step.

Owen's body trembled, but he kept fighting back, letting the blood on his legs flow out without showing any signs of weakness.

Christopher sat down gently on the sofa and waved to the waiter and nanny.

There were only two people left in the large hall.

Christopher did not look at his swollen legs. "Can you tell me what you want to do?"

Owen pulled out his little book and wrote, "He doesn't want me!"

"He's not sick. Why would he want a boy so annoying and troublesome?! I wouldn't want you if you weren't my son!"

Christopher's voice had just come down, and he could hear a miraculous scream piercing his ear.

Christopher pursed his lips and extended his hand to help Owen kneel down.

"Before bargaining with me, first check your abilities" Christopher said coldly.

Owen was held back by Christopher without saying anything, as if he had pressed a deadly button.

Without hesitation, Christopher raised his plump little leg, he grimaced when he saw the damage, and stretched out his hand to take out the glass shards from Owen's feet.

Then he took out a small medicine box from the cupboard next to him and began to treat his injuries.

He pushed Owen onto the sofa next to him after the treatment and he stared at him with both hands in front of his chest.

Owen also widened his eyes and looked at Christopher without saying a word. They stared at each other for a long time.

Christopher rolled his eyes furiously. "Owen, can you consider your father's hard work a bit? I was called upon by others to resolve your problems as soon as an important transnational meeting began. After that, you made this ruckus for me again. Do you think Daddy lives in this world just to help solve your problems?"

Owen shook his little head, ignoring Christopher, and had no intention of taking notes in his notebook.

Christopher knew it would be like this. "If you have a claim, explain. Don't miss the best time to talk. You start throwing again. No one is obligated to pamper you indefinitely. Your father's request is not high either. Before you ask me, be prepared to promise me a request. If you don't have this awareness, please go upstairs and ponder."

A pondering expression flashed across Owen's face.

Christopher leaned back on the sofa, waiting for his reaction.

Owen's little finger moved quickly over the mini-pad, then climbed up from the end of the sofa to Christopher's side and handed the mini-pad to his father.

Christopher glanced at the screen. "I want Dr. Rachel's with me."

"Is that a condition of my promise?"

Owen showed a shy face, and finally gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, typing the sentence on top of it, "I went to school."

Christopher looked at the four words speechlessly. "Waste childhood snooze time with your IQ. After all, if you don't want to talk, it's free to go to school."

Owen's black eyes silently looked at him, waiting for Christopher's next words.

"Say three sentences to me every day, and each sentence is no less than ten words."

Owen lowered his head, and rubbed his little pajamas in embarrassment.

Christopher looked at her and sighed, "Did I dig your ancestral grave or burn your ancestral home in my last life, so that you can put on such an expression? Those guys are assholes, they can still listen to their dad. I seem to be out of luck."

Owen looked at him, and his little face leaned against his father's shoulder, but he still did not speak.

Christopher reached out his hand and touched his hairy little head. "Come, I won't force you. If you like being a bastard, so be it. I'll earn more money when I'm young, and let you be a full-time loser in the future!"

Christopher patted his knee and got up and left.

Owen sat stuffy on the sofa, completely inconsolable by his father's words.

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The next week, Rachel was very busy. Every day, there were more than two operations to deal with, and every day he was busy like a dog.

He thought it was going to be a tough week, but he spent it in a very busy time.

On Friday, when Rachel left the operating room, it was over nine o'clock in the evening.

Even so, he pulled out his phone and opened his Whatsap nervously.

There were many private messages sent to him by others.

Among them, Dr. Elyana is the most.

Rachel opened Elyana's message first.

"Rachel, are you coming or not?"

"I advise you not to come. Raphael and Atenia were too annoying. Atenia showed her love in front of us, and Raphael still made sense and did not respond too much."

"Atenia also tried every way to ask about you with me. I didn't respond to him at all. I don't know if another classmate will say it or not."

"I heard they were going to UCLA Hospital first part of the brain. Maybe to see the doctor's secretary. That bastard was shameless, almost pissed me off." 

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TB