The sole of the golf club is polished to a shine and has a strong sense of weight.
It's like a solid ball is hanging at the bottom.
A blow like that would definitely cause a fracture.
This time, Mr. Jin hardened his heart and decided to teach his son a lesson.
Jinzi lay on the ground, the wounds on his cheeks stinging from the sweat.
His cheek rested against the inside of his arm; his heart was cold.
Go ahead and hit me. If you're so capable, then kill me.
Otherwise, one day you will surely die by my hand.
There is only one line between love and hate.
At this moment, Jin Ziduo couldn't help but think—
Why can other children be so carefree and happy?
But I can't.
He has strong likes and dislikes; when he dislikes someone, he doesn't bother to pretend.
He didn't want that fake fatherly love either.
That's silly, isn't it?
But he had no intention of compromising.
Protest silently in your own way.
The stick that Jin's father used still came down and hit him on the knee.
"Ah..." Jin Ziduo cried out in pain.
I felt like my entire calf had lost all feeling, and I was in excruciating pain.
But he didn't cry. After bowing his head, the little boy raised his head again—
"I'm going to tell my mom."
Tell Mom you hit me.
The thought of this makes Jinzi feel a little sad.
My mother won't live much longer either.
Who will protect him then?
Liu Kou never laid a hand on him, though she was quite strict with him.
But at that moment, Kim Ja-do missed his strict but warm mother terribly.
My mother was just a few rooms away.
Mr. Jin was brought back to his senses by his son's words.
He squatted down to help him up, but Jinzi twisted his shoulder and dodged his hand.
My knees hurt a lot. Before I could even stand up after bracing myself on the ground, my body swayed and I landed on my elbows.
With only one leg left to walk, Jinzi tried her best to stand up and, leaning on the door, limped away.
But Jin's father blocked the door, saying, "You're not allowed to go out."
"Get out," Jin Ziduo said coldly.
"I'm going to find my mother, why are you stopping me?"
"Aren't you afraid to admit what you've done?"
The young boy glanced at the man with a mocking look and chuckled.
"That's true, it's not the first time for you."
Mr. Jin was completely bewildered, but his son's words also made him feel uneasy.
"Go back when I tell you to."
"Having said so much, haven't you had enough of being beaten yet?"
The boy still had that disdainful look on his face, and shrugged lightly, "If you've got the guts, then hit me."
Mr. Jin was furious.
Can anyone tell him where that obedient and well-behaved little dumpling went?
How did it turn out like this?
They've become so unfamiliar, like an enemy.
Mr. Jin would not allow his son to go out and complain.
After thinking for a moment, she grabbed his hands behind his back and pushed them inwards.
Then he quickly locked the door from the outside.
"You need to reflect on this carefully."
Parent-child relationships are really difficult to manage.
Outside the door, Mr. Jin looked at his large hand—
How did they end up hitting it?
Actually, if the child is well-behaved, he doesn't want to hit him.
But why don't children listen?
Mr. Kim, who was highly skilled at training soldiers, never expected to encounter such a problem.
If you encounter a rebellious and disrespectful child like this, do you think you should hit them or not?
Fighting is not an option, and not fighting is also not an option.
Why is raising children so difficult?
Mr. Jin sighed and walked toward his wife's hospital room with his hands behind his back.
They hadn't taken more than two steps when they heard a woman scream.
A cry of "Ah—" was extremely shrill.
It came from the ward, and Mr. Jin quickened his pace.
As soon as I entered, I saw the nanny with her arms covered in red blood and softly sobbing.
"What happened? What happened?" Mr. Jin asked, seeing the broken pieces of the soup bowl on the ground and the victim, Zhang Honghua.
I already had a basic guess in mind.
Knowing that her days were numbered, the wife became extremely irritable and twisted in personality.
The burns on Zhang Honghua's hands were most likely caused by his wife splashing hot water on him.
Of course, Mr. Jin still pretended to ask the caregiver, and after receiving a definite answer, he looked at his wife and said, "How could you do this?"
"Xiao Hong is just a nanny, not your servant. You think you can just hit her whenever you want?"
After saying this, Mr. Jin took out burn ointment from the cabinet and rushed over to apologize on Liu Kou's behalf, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't take it to heart. She's a patient and her emotions are unstable."
Please understand.
To be fair, if someone were to call the police for treating a nanny like that—
My face doesn't look good either, does it?
Zhang Honghua's arm was burned in large areas, and Jin's father took people to the bathroom to wash the wound.
Then I applied burn ointment to her.
Mr. Jin was always gentle and kind, and he was never arrogant towards his subordinates.
In the past, Liu Kou wouldn't have thought much about it.
But now—
Liu Kou clicked her tongue.
Why couldn't I control myself?
When something has a flaw, it simply cannot withstand scrutiny.
It's full of flaws.
First, where did Zhang Honghua go during the day?
Why would he not sneak into her hospital room during the day, but as soon as he saw Mr. Jin return, he would bring her tea and water to show his loyalty?
Secondly, it was also Liu Kou who asked the question—
Why did you give me such scalding hot water?
To give the patient water, they brought over freshly boiled water.
Without saying much, Liu Kou had the nurse pour her a glass of water and handed it to her, saying, "Let me see you drink it."
How could there be such a stupid person?
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