The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 1040 I'm not here to make trouble

Spencer had always been cold and harsh with his words, speaking in a way that was not very pleasant to hear. Molly was used to it by now and rolled her eyes at him playfully. "You're so good at saying one thing but meaning another. You scold me on one hand, but then follow me around like a shadow. You're the backbone of my milk tofu." He scoffed lightly, "I'm not here to be his backbone. I'm here for the entertainment value. Even if Anthony were to kill him, I'd only call the police and have him arrested." "Waaahhh..." Alistair became even more frightened.

Spencer didn't want to be his backbone because when their father found out, he'll be in big trouble.

Molly glared at her brother. "Stop scaring him like that! It's not like you to bully little kids."

Spencer looked out the window as a gentle breeze blew through his short hair, making his pale face look even colder than usual.

"You should worry less about being caught by Anthony and more about whether or not he loves you as his son," Spencer continued with his snide remarks.

Alistair quickly popped up from behind Molly, trying desperately to defend himself. "My daddy loves me!"

"If you're gone for fifteen minutes with Molly, Callahan family's bodyguards will find you and tell Anthony where you are. Yet he still hasn't come looking for you. His career is more important than being there for his own son." Spencer said matter-of-factly

Alistair pouted but can't think of anything else to say so he turned away from them, looking outside instead.

It was getting dark outside. Maybe his Dad was busy with work?

His heart felt heavy as he opened up both hands, revealing they were still swollen from clenching them into fists earlier, which caused pain throughout them both.

Spencer saw Alistair's disappointment written all over him and continued talking, "If I were in your shoes, I would leave him completely behind."

"Spencer!" Molly gave Spencer an annoyed look while whispering under her breath, "Milk Tofu is too young. Don't teach him bad things."

Spencer smirked before folding arms across chest, "Taking Milk Tofu away from home isn't considered bad advice?"

Molly had nothing left she can say while Alistair hugged tightly onto Panda pillow, shaking head back-and-forth and denying what Spencer said earlier.

"Spencer's wrong! My daddy may abandon me someday but I could never abandon my daddy!"

Looking down upon Alistair curiously now after hearing what he had just said moments ago, Spencer said,

"How could someone like Anthony raise such a well-behaved child?"

"Spencer!" Alistair stood up, furrowing his brows and glaring at him. "You can curse me, but you can't curse my daddy."

"How ridiculous. He's not even afraid of me cursing him. What makes you think you can stand up for him? And if I curse him, what are you going to do about it?"

Alistair clenched his small fists and raised them up, waving them a few times. "I got beaten up this time because I got into a fight and sent them to the hospital. Spencer, you're weak and can't take a beating."

His threat was clear.

To Molly and Spencer's eyes, this six-year-old boy had no intimidation whatsoever. Instead, his fierce appearance was adorable.

Spencer sneered but before he could say anything else, Molly cut in first. "Spencer, stop it already! Milk Tofu is so well-behaved. Don't make him cry."

"I like seeing good babies cry. They look the most interesting when they're crying," he said with lips slightly pale as if he were an evil-hearted pretty boy.

Alistair panted heavily with anger but had no way of dealing with Spencer.

He didn't actually like Spencer because his father always compared him to Spencer- thinking that Spencer was smarter, better behaved than him- which made Alistair subconsciously resentful towards Spencer. But then again he felt that he shouldn't think like that or else he would be considered a bad baby himself.

However, he could tell that even Spencer was repulsed by him too.

He grunted heavily before ignoring Spencer completely and grabbing Molly's wrist instead. "Momo! I'm hungry! Do you have any delicious food in your secret base?"

This place was actually located in the Anning Hill of the Lloyd family - Keith's old villa.

Since Keith rarely came back here to live anymore, it became Molly's secret base where she hid all sorts of fun things.

But she never hid any food there though...

"Just wait," she said as she ran over to the refrigerator, frantically searching through everything until finally only finding an expired hot dog sausage.

Alistair saw the food and immediately ran over, trying to grab it from her hands but Molly refused, saying, "It'll give you stomachache." Gurgle Gurgle~

Alistair whined pitifully while his stomach growled loudly complaining about being empty.

So then Alistair proposed an idea, "How about we sneak out quietly? No one will find out anyway, so let's just fill our bellies first?"

Molly glanced at her brother who really did seem weak when hungry and agreed since it really was around mealtime after all.

"Alright, we can go to Uncle's house first and have a meal there. His villa is very close by, and he's really nice. He'll help us hide our location."

Collin was still guarding Anning Hill, so they planned to go to his place for a free meal. As they stepped out of the villa and into the small garden outside, the engines of several luxury cars roared loudly as they quickly pulled up in front of the gate.

The people didn't seem friendly.

"Oh no! It must be Anthony!" Molly exclaimed anxiously, turning to Spencer. "Did you betray us?"

Spencer shrugged indifferently with his hands in his pockets. "Your so-called secret base hasn't been a secret for a long time."

Besides, with their father Malcolm around, it was impossible to hide from him for long if he really wanted to find them. Reporting their location would only add fuel to the fire.

Molly fell silent.

As they spoke, car doors opened and Anthony got out first before walking towards them with other bodyguards following closely behind him.

He wore a suit that accentuated his tall frame and exuded an imposing aura.

Alistair's heart raced as he hid behind Molly, muttering under his breath, "Daddy can't see me! Daddy can't see me!"

Molly greeted her godfather with a bright smile: "Good evening, Anthony."

Anthony nodded in response but kept staring at Alistair who was hiding behind her like a little milk tofu.

"Alistair, come here," Anthony called out softly but firmly.

Alistair trembled all over, knowing what was coming next. He didn't want Molly getting into trouble because of him again. But she spoke up on behalf of him. "Anthony, please don't blame Milk Tofu. He just doesn't want you to cold-shoulder him again or be mistreated anymore. I think you should talk things through instead of just lecturing or scolding him."

Anthony remained silent as night fell upon them, making it hard for Molly to read his expression or know what he was thinking about all this mess she had caused today. So, she admitted, "It was my idea that he ran away with me today. It's all my fault..."

But Alistair quickly popped up from behind her, interrupting her confession and saying nervously, "No no no! It was My idea. I forced Momo into taking me away from home!"

Anthony called out softly once more, "Alistair, come here."

Trembling with fear, Alistair walked slowly towards Anthony, hoping not drag down Molly any further than she already had been dragged down today by himself alone. His nose was sour, and he stood up straight with his hands behind his back, whispering in a pitiful voice, "Daddy, can you come home and beat me again? Can you... beat me more lightly?"

Although he was only five years old, Alistair knew that he had to save face and didn't want Molly and Spencer to see him at his most embarrassed and helpless. Anthony slowly squatted down to meet the gaze of his son. His tone was extremely gentle. "I'm not here to blame anyone. I'm here to apologize to my son, Alistair." Huh? Apologize?

He blinked dumbly with a silly expression on his face. He ran away from home today but it seemed like he wasn't angry?