A Father And His Wolves
Chapter 4 Baby Girl, I’ll be Your Daddy
According to the investigation data provided by the middle-aged general, after Cecilia gave birth to her daughter, the child took her surname.
And her name was Phyllis Moore!
That was to say, the crying little girl who were surrounded by those little boys and being bullied and humiliated at this moment was Sean Mason’s precious daughter!
Bang!
It was as if a silent thunder burst through his body, and the dark energy was released uncontrollably. Within 10 meters of Sean Mason, garbage fluttered, the floor creaked underfoot, and the glass of the hotel door cracked. The faces of the two hostesses standing at the door of the hotel changed, and they felt cold and numb.
Outside the detention center, Sean Mason was unflappable and didn’t release his dark energy, even when confronted by dozens of burly men.
And now, he couldn’t! He moved, and then the whole man disappeared in an instant into a shadow. Tens of meters away, but he was there in a blink of an eye.
“You’re the bastards!”
“I have a dad. I have a dad. Mom said my dad was a super hero. He’s gone far, far away, but one day, he’ll come back and beat all of you villains away!”
Sean Mason appeared silently behind the boys and heard Phyllis Moore’s stubborn voice.
Phyllis Moore was squatting on the floor.
Her face was covered with tears, but she did not reach out to wipe it. She raised her proud little chin, and her eyes were as firm as her tone. It seemed that in her heart, she really regarded the father she had never met as a super invincible hero.
She believed it, and she was proud of it.
“Pooh!”
The boys stopped, and one of them spat in Phyllis Moore’s face, rolling his eyes, “You’re the only idiot to believe that kind of bullshit!”
The other boys, who seemed to take the lead from him, agreed.
“That’s right! And my mom said you were picked up by your mom.”
“Your dad must be dead.”
“Super hero? Do you really think you dad is superman?”
“Aha…”
Seven or eight little boys talked and laughed at her.
your
said proudly, “Didn’t you say you had a dad? Didn’t you say your
have to, I promise
“Me, too!”
boys scrambled to take off their
sharp chill behind them,
for Phyllis Moore, who was stuck
was in control of his dark energy,
“It’s so cold!”
“What’s going on?”
turned to look at
with
there
“Wow!”
could a group of children under the age of ten resist Sean Mason’s cold eyes? Just one eye contact, and before Sean Mason could speak, two
“You, how could you…”
winched his neck, and summoned up courage to ask, “Uncle, who are you? Are you the help
Bang!
he spoke, a line of bright red
you hit
said angrily, “Do you know who I am? Do you know who
Bang!
Another slap!
of bright red fingerprints appeared on the other side of his
“You!”
in his eyes. He opened his mouth, but swallowed the words back, not daring to speak out in
His tears poured out...
want to
recognized him as the son of Isaac Moore, whose photo and personal information were on the
nine
cousin, but didn’t act like a cousin at all. Instead of taking care of Phyllis Moore, he invited a
pee on Phyllis Moore in
deserved to
was a good thing he was only nine years old, otherwise a furious Sean Mason would have slapped
no one is picking
around, and said in a
boys looked at each other, afraid to speak, and one of them
your pee. You’re trying to pee, aren’t you? All right, hold him down, pee on him, and whoever pees