The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 1062 He is Sensitive

It was nighttime, and the sound of crickets could be heard outside the window. Alistair stood in

Anthony's study, his small hands behind his back as he gazed out at the crickets. He lowered his head

and glanced back at Anthony when he heard him speak.

"Pay attention," Anthony said sternly, tapping his fingers on the desk to remind Alistair to focus.

Alistair blinked nervously and replied meekly with an "Oh."

But within five minutes, he felt a sense of pressure coming from Anthony. The man's handsome

eyebrows furrowed slightly as he grew increasingly angry.

Alistair swallowed hard, feeling even more nervous than before.

"Why have you only done half of your math homework?" Anthony asked sharply.

"Because... because..." Alistair fidgeted with his clothes while batting his long eyelashes repeatedly - a This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

clear sign that he was lying.

Anthony gave him a sharp look. "If you can't come up with an excuse, just tell me the truth."

After all, excuses would eventually be exposed for what they were - so why bother?

Alistair decided to throw caution to the wind and said defiantly, "I don't want to do it if I don't feel like it."

He lowered his head again and stared at his toes while muttering softly, "No matter what I do, you will

never be satisfied with me anyway. Bryleigh is always going to hold a special place in your heart that I

can never fill..."

Anthony frowned even deeper. "What are you talking about?"

"It's nothing," Alistair grumbled quietly under his breath. "I'm just venting my frustrations. Just ignore

me."

Anthony slammed down the math book onto the table loudly, causing Alistair's shoulders shake

involuntarily along with it as he closed both eyes tightly shut, trying not show how scared or upset this

made him feel inside.

"I've told you before that even if you're not very smart or have trouble understanding something fully,

only doing half is still unacceptable! This is an attitude problem!"

This only made things worse for poor little Alistair who thought inwardly. "Don't you care about my

problems anymore? You haven't even resolved any of your own issues yet."

Anthony scoffed, "So tell me, what's my issue?"

What about Bryleigh? Why did you promise not to see her anymore but then she went to visit you in

office? Were they secretly dating?

He had been holding onto these questions for quite some time now.

"Why won't you explain anything properly?" Alistair pouted childishly. "You don't keep your words any

more."

He didn't keep his words?

"When do I break my word?" replied Anthony amused by Alistair's childishness. "Besides adult matters

are none of your concern anyways. Even if I did explain everything clearly enough for someone like

yourself, you wouldn't understand anyways!"

Alistair said angrily, "If you don't explain, how do you know that I can't understand!"

Obviously, his father felt that he was not worthy to know those things, so he didn't want to tell him at all.

Although he felt very angry, Alistair's eyes turned red, with a stubborn glimmer of water at the bottom.

Anthony looked down at him and said, "You've become smarter now. When you make mistakes, you

learn to change the subject and talk nonsense with me."

"I didn't!" This was stating a fact!

Alistair was so angry that he clenched his fists tightly.

Tired of arguing with Anthony, he turned and walked towards the sofa, flopping onto it. "Anyway, if you

thinks I'm wrong, then I'm wrong. Just punish me!"

He was not afraid.

But his father looked scary when he got angry.

Alistair clenched his hands tightly, kicking his legs restlessly like a dehydrated goldfish.

Anthony looked at the small figure, chuckled and shook his head, then got up and walked over.

Hearing footsteps, Alistair became even more uneasy.

He regretted his decision to choose the sofa instead of the leg, which allowed him to take a few bites.

However, there was no pain coming to his body. He lifted his little head and saw Anthony crouching on

the carpet in front of him, looking at him eye-to-eye.

"Did I break my promise to accompany you to the amusement park last time and never went, so you

think I don't keep my word?"

Um...

Although it was not for this reason, he did remind him about the amusement park incident!!!

Alistair pouted and buried his face in the sofa, "Hmph, I hate you the most!"

Anthony softened his tone and explained, "I've been really busy lately and can't find the time. But I'll be

done soon and then I'll be happy to go to the amusement park with you ten times if you want. However,

you still can't slack off on your homework like today, okay?"

He said it with a comforting tone, so Alistair was not comforted at all and felt very uncomfortable.

"No need to do it. Even if I do more work, it still won't be as good as Spencer's. So why bother doing

it?"

"Alistair!"

Anthony was really angry.

He only shouted his name in a low voice, and Alistair shuddered, trembling all over. He whispered in a

small voice, "Does it mean that as long as I do one hundred or even one thousand sets of math

problems, you will choose me when it's the most dangerous?"

The scene of his son falling from the rooftop on the day he was kidnapped was still vivid in his mind.

Anthony's handsome and dignified face lost a little bit of its color.

"Alistair..."

There was a big lump in his throat, and he restrained himself, suppressing the urge to speak. He

couldn't explain what he wanted to say, and could only sigh in frustration.

"Well, I don't want to punish you for what happened tonight. Besides, I will ask the foreign language

tutor not to come tomorrow. You go to your room and rest."

Hey?

Can he play all day tomorrow without any worries?

Alistair tilted his head to look at Anthony and found that he had already sat back in front of his desk,

tapping on the keyboard, seemingly ready to start working, without his gaze lingering on him.

He gradually became less happy again.

Today he intentionally only did half of his homework to provoke his dad, but he didn't receive any

punishment. Tomorrow's foreign language class was also suddenly cancelled.

His Daddy didn't want to take care of his matters anymore?

Although he wasn't physically hurt, little Alistair felt very sad. He sobbed and wiped his eyes with his

arm before running out of the study.

...

On Sunday, when there was no homework assigned by his dad, Alistair didn't have a good time

playing.

Because Bryleigh was back again.

In the afternoon, Bryleigh carried big and small gifts to visit Paloma.

"Mrs. Callahan, this is premium bird's nest imported from Fospona, which is good for beauty and

nourishment.'"

When she was young, Paloma had seen everything good and wasn't impressed. She declined the offer,

saying, "As I've grown older, no matter how much I try to improve my skin, it will never return to its

youthful state. I don't see the point in using such useless things. You should take it home and use it

yourself."

Bryleigh went to unwrap other gifts again. "It's okay that you don't like bird's nest. I bought something

else for you. Also, I picked out some gifts for Anthony. Could you please help me give them to him,

Grandma?"

Paloma was not foolish and can see Bryleigh's intentions but chose not to speak.

When Alistair went downstairs, he happened to overhear their conversation and muttered in disdain,

"Dad is not at home. He's at the office building. If you want to give a gift, you should just deliver it there

instead of using my great-grandmother as a shield."

"Alistair is here."

Bryleigh smiled gently, as if she hadn't heard his sarcastic dissatisfaction. "Come sit over here. I also

bought you a little toy. Come and see if you like it?"

With this tone, she seemed to be the hostess of the Callahan family.