My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2066

After a brief pause, his gaze fell on Hendrix as he said, "Daddy, mommy is right. The dictatorial rule of fascism will be eliminated by history!" Hendrix's face darkened, his voice was icy, "From what you're saying, you want to eliminate me, your father? Wynn Roberts?"

In my experience, when an elder calls someone by their full name, they'd better escape as soon as possible, or they would suffer a miserable end. Wynn knew that he had offended Hendrix. With his eyebrows raised, he swiftly turned around, switched the computer on and pretended as though nothing had happened. It was as though he had never moved or said anything.

His actions were so fast that I couldn't react in time.

After another momentary pause, I burst out into a peal of laughter. He knew when to strike and when to retreat. Wynn had grown up well. After being interrupted by him, all my anger instantly vanished. Sure enough, a child was the best source of joy for a mother.

As for Hendrix, he kept a straight face throughout the entire journey home. No one knew what he was planning.

After we had arrived home, Wynn immediately unfastened his seat belt and dashed into the house as soon as the car came to a stop. When we entered the living room, Wynn was nowhere to be found, but Hendrix stopped in his tracks in the corridor. His sharp eyes scanned the entire room.

I read his mind and warned him, "Hendrix, if you dare to bully Wynn, you're doomed. As a father, you shouldn't be holding grudges against your children. Aren't you ashamed?"

Hendrix was amused by me. Taking his coat off, he replied, "This is a matter between us men. You wouldn't understand."

Confused, I shrugged and asked, "So, men can bully little boys? I don't understand."

"What's wrong?" Valerie asked with some concern. She thought that we were having a fight.

"It's nothing. It's about Wynn." Hendrix answered curtly to quickly end the conversation.

Shaking my head helplessly, I rolled my eyes at him once he looked away. All grown-up men acted the same, and they were all stubborn too. Men!

Perhaps he had learned his lesson from Hendrix's calling out his full name, since Wynn didn't come down for dinner. Instead, he locked himself in the study and didn't even answer when Aurelia called him.

The servants couldn't get him to come out, so Hendrix got up from his seat and walked towards the stairs with a blank face.

Based on how he looked, I knew that he was about to use force.

"Wait a minute." I quickly stopped him and caught up to him as I said helplessly, "Follow me from behind, and I'll get him out."

When I saw Wynn for the first time, I felt that he was much too tense when he was in front of Hendrix. This sort of absolute obedience wasn't how a six-year-old child should behave.

I could understand Hendrix's hope

for Wynn to grow up strong, but I hoped to let Wynn know that there was still a corner in the family that could keep him warm. There was no need for him to stay tense albthe time.

Soon, Hendrix and I arrive at the door to the study room.

"Knock, knock..."

After knocking on the door twice, I asked, "Wynn, can I come in?"

No matter the time or place, for a child, being respectful was a principle that couldn't be ignored.

There was no response.

After a while, I vaguely heard some

footsteps approaching the door before Wynn spoke, "Mommy, go and enjoy dinner. There's no need to wait for me. I talked back to daddy. I should be punished."

He said this to spare me the trouble. But I knew he didn't do anything wrong.

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"Wynn, I want to come inside. Let's have a talk, alright?"

He fell silent once more.