Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 880

Chapter 880: I didn’t skip school! I skipped her class!

[Flashback]

"You’re doing good, boy."

The young Stephen gazed up, only to see a man grinning at him with a cigar between his teeth. The man placed a hand on top of his head, ruffling his hair.

"Keep it up, boy," said the young Chairman Bennet, watching as Stephen, now on the cusp of his teenage years, glanced down at the workbook he was answering in the garden. Stephen lowered his head to hide the blush creeping onto his cheeks.

He pressed his lips together, focusing on the workbook in front of him. He answered diligently, knowing his uncle was watching.

Stephen’s mother and Chairman Bennet were siblings. However, due to poor decisions, his mother married a deadbeat man who would beat her and Stephen nearly to the brink of death. It wasn’t until the chairman intervened and helped his sister escape that things began to change. Since then, the chairman has been the one to take care of them, even sending Stephen’s father to jail.

Sadly, shortly after, Stephen’s mother died from injuries sustained over years of domestic abuse. The toll on her body had been too great. So, the chairman became the only parent Stephen had. This made the compliments and approval from the chairman especially meaningful to the young boy.

"I’m... home...!"

Just then, young Charles announced his arrival. Stephen turned his head, only to see a boy with a dirty face, clothes, and shoes. The chairman’s face immediately wrinkled in displeasure at the sight of his son.

"Charles, where in the world did you go?" Chairman Bennet spat, clearly frustrated. "You look like you’ve been in a tunnel!"

"Because... I was in a tunnel!"

"What?!"

"I found a hole in the street and decided to go on an adventure — it was dark!"

"You—" Chairman Bennet pinched the bridge of his nose, speechless from his son’s madness. When he finally spoke, his voice was sharp as he pointed a finger at Charles. "Go call your mother — your teacher called her and said you skipped school again!"

"I didn’t skip school! I skipped her class!"

"You, brat!"

"Dad, you said boring things are—" Charles didn’t finish his sentence when he saw his father grab an ashtray and stub out his cigar. "Mom! Dad’s going to kill me!"

"You slanderous brat! Come back here! I’m giving you a beating this time!"

Stephen watched as the chairman rolled up his sleeve and took large strides, chasing after his rebellious son. He raised an eyebrow, catching the slight smirk at the corner of the chairman’s mouth.

At that moment, Stephen didn’t know why, but despite the chairman’s angry voice, it seemed like the chairman was... smiling, as if his son had done something to make him proud. Stephen shrugged it off. _{fɾēewebnσveℓ.com}

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