Young Master Xavier's Small Wife
Chapter 68

Keira immediately brought Shaka to her senses, her anxious heart finally calmed down a little.

"Sorry, I'm late to pick you up, sorry, sorry." Keira dropped kisses on Shaka's head, his face still filled with panic and anxiety. 

Kissing the familiar fragrance on his mother's body Shaka wrapped his short hands around Keira's neck, his little face he hid on his mother's shoulders, the tears he endured slowly falling uncontrollably wet his mother's clothes. Her slow cry like an abandoned little cat was heartbreaking, making Keira feel pain. 

The fear, anxiety, and panic he felt made his negative emotions explode. Shaka thought for the second time he would be left alone in this world. The son of a pesky carrier that no one wants. 

"Don't cry dear, don't be afraid that Mom is here," Keira felt sad while stroking Shaka's back which shook violently. 

It's all his fault they should have picked up Shaka first before going to the hospital. If they were a step too late and there were no guards, Shaka might be taken away by them. Thinking of the scene earlier his heart was very tense, it was fortunate that the bodyguard Xavier ordered was very alert. 

Xavier stood beside the mother and child like a powerful dragon protecting his treasure. His cold and expressionless face frightened them let alone the powerful aura emanating from his body pressing down on them. 

"Master, Madam." The guards bowed respectfully. 

"What's going on." His low and cold voice was full of emphasis. 

One of the bodyguards walked forward and bowed respectfully. 

"Report Master, those two people want to take little Master away."

Hearing this instantly his face became gloomy his cold gaze swept over the two people. 

"Want to bring it?"

Stared at like that they were like being stared at by a savage beast that would prey on them, making them shrink in fear. 

"A-anu. i-that's. we didn't mean to take her, ka-we just wanted to meet with Shaka."   

"Yes, yes, yes we just want to meet shaka hahaha.." Maya laughs awkwardly as she nudges Tommy's arm hinting to get the hell out of here. 

"Hahaha, since there's no more business, we go first." Tommy hurriedly takes his wife out of here before the man stops them. 

"What boss do we need to stop it."

"No need, just keep an eye on their movements." 

"Good Boss."

Xavier looked at their backs meaningfully then glanced at Shaka who was curled up in Keira's arms like an insecure little beast. He then reached out his hand and took over Shaka, carried her with one hand then grabbed Keira's hand to hold onto it. 

"Let's go back."

The security guard, who was still staring, stared at their departure in a daze until he regained consciousness they had disappeared from his sight. 

"Who is that man whose aura is gripping."   

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"Akh shit what should we do?!"

"If we come early, maybe our plan won't fail."

Tommy kicked the pebbles on the ground in an arrogant mood while ruffling his hair in frustration. 

"What's more, of course we have to come to school again."

"But the boy was escorted by some powerful men." 

"Then how about we lay out the plan again."

"Plan?"

Maya approaches Tommy's ear and whispers his plan. A cunning light flashed within his eyes that were filled with evil intentions. 

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After they returned Shaka immediately shut himself in the room. His mood also seemed very low and sensitive, probably because the boy had met them. 

"What is Shaka still not out of the room?"

"Not Madam."

"Well…." Keira exhaled a heavy breath, her eyelids drooping sadly. 

"It's my fault."

In the room nuanced children a small figure lying on the mattress with eyes closed, but his small mouth continues to babble. 

"No, I don't throw Shaka away."

"Shaka's not a son of a bitch."

"Don't hit me again."

"Mother is sick."

Her small body looked tense, her cute face was very pale, her forehead was tightly wrinkled with sweat that continued to pour and tears that kept coming out soaked her puffed cheeks. The bad memories came back to his dream. 

In the dilapidated little house the coarse curses continued to be heard, a woman was whipping a thin, flattened little boy kneeling on the floor with a merciless naked body, even though his little back was already injured due to his lash. 

"Damn it! You useless child! Didn't I tell you to cook before I come back huh! Why sleep!"

"Sorry Mom, Shaka is not lazy Shaka is sick again."

Ctas! 

"Reason! The child does not know himself! This is how you return the favor to me, huh! Pretend to be sick so you can't work, huh! "

Ctas! 

"My mother please stop, Shaka is in pain. Shaka's really sick, Shaka's whole body is sick." 

"Mother, sick."

Maya shuts her ears to the boy's groaning. He ruthlessly continued to swing the belt in his hand at Shaka's body, not caring about his lamentation. 

"This is what you deserve!"

"Basic son of a fucking carrier!" 

Ctas!  

"I should have killed you before you were born! Goddamn bum!" 

Ctas! 

Little Shaka curled up on the floor protecting his head with his two tiny hands. Her body continued to tremble in pain from the blow her mother threw, her eyes were tightly closed with tears continuing to flow withstanding the pain in her back, her small mouth tightly closed trying to hold back her cries from coming out. 

"Am I going to die like this? why should I be born if I'm going to be treated like this. Why don't mom and dad love me? What's wrong?" 

Sometimes he always hopes maybe if his parents give affection even though the slightest he will feel happy. Shaka is very envious of children his age who have a happy and harmonious family. If his family were like that he might be the happiest kid in the world. 

Just when Shaka thinks mom is going to beat him to death, suddenly the baritone voice of a man he knows stops his mother's activities. 

"Enough! What the hell are you doing? Do you want this kid dead huh!" 

"If so why? Goddamnit!"

"Bas crazy if this kid dies we won't get any money!"

"What do you mean?"

"Someone will buy this child for a high price!"

"What!"

When Shaka heard they were about to sell it, his little face instantly pale, his body trembling uncontrollably. He slowly got up limping and walked towards them while dragging his injured body. 

"Dad Shaka please don't throw Shaka away, don't sell Shaka." 

"Shaka. So Shaka please don't throw Shaka away, Dad." His little fingers were holding his father's trousers, kneeling at his feet and pleading with great distress. 

Seeing the boy holding his pants a sense of disdain appeared in his heart, he violently kicked the child's body away. 

"Akh shit! Who told you to touch my pants with your dirty hands huh!"

"Ukh.. uhuk... uhuk." A deep red liquid came out from her mouth littering the floor, Shaka held her aching stomach, curled up like a baby in the womb. 

Before his consciousness was completely gone, he vaguely saw some men enter and talk to his father. A sliced smile graced his face and slowly his consciousness began to disappear. 

"D-father…."