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Kristopher ignored the comment and turned to Willow, his expression stern. “This is the last time. Don’t bring
unrelated people into this house again.”
Willow broke into a cold sweat and quickly lowered her head. “I understand, Mr. Norris. It won't happen again.
This is my fault. | forgot to give my son his allowance.”
Hearing this, her son extended his hand with a smirk. “In that case, Mom, givethe allowance now. I'll leave
right after and won't trouble Mr. Norris anymore.”
Willow hesitated, then pulled out a thick wad of hundred-dollar bills, preparing to count out a few. Before she
could, her son snatched the whole stack. “Give it here.”
There’s not much left anyway.” He stuffed the cash into his pocket, ready to leave, but then his gaze landed on
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCarrie standing behind Kristopher. The soft glow of the garden lights highlighted Carrie’s stunning features.
Willow's son’s eyes brightened, and he straightened up, adjusting his clothes. He wiped his hand on his shirt and
extended it toward Carrie, saying, “Miss, how should | ad...” “Ouch! That hurts!” Before he could finish,
Kristopher twisted his wrist sharply, making him yelp in pain. Willow rushed forward, as if to pull Kristopher’s
hand off, but stopped herself, afraid to touch him. After a moment's thought, she slapped her son a few times.
“You little brat! This is Mrs. Norris. How dare you speak like that!” She turned to Kristopher with a pleading look.
“Mr. Norris, he only thought Mrs. Norris was beautiful. He didn’t mean any harm. | swear he won't cback.
He's learned his lesson and won't speak out of turn again!” Struggling with the pain, her son’s previous
arrogance faded, and he pleaded, “I'm sorry. Please, just letgo.” Kristopher’s grip remained unyielding, his
hold like a vice on the man’s wrist. With a heavy thud, Willow dropped to her knees, crying out, “Mr. Norris, he’s
my only son. If his hand is broken, who will take care ofwhen I'm old?” “Let it go. It's late, and all this noise
will bring the property management,” Carrie said, giving Willow a cold glance before gently patting Kristopher’s
arm.
“There's not much left anyway.” He stuffed the cash into his pocket, ready to leave, but then his gaze landed on
Carrie standing behind Kristopher. The soft glow of the garden lights highlighted her stunning features. Willow's
son’s eyes brightened, and he straightened up, adjusting his clothes. He wiped his hand on his shirt and
extended it toward Carrie. “Miss, how should | ad... Ouch! That hurts!”
Before he could finish, Kristopher twisted his wrist sharply, making him yelp in pain. Willow rushed forward as if
to pull Kristopher’s hand away, but stopped herself, afraid to touch him. After a moment of hesitation, she
slapped her son a few times. “You little brat! This is Mrs. Norris. How dare you speak like that!”
She turned to Kristopher with a pleading look. “Mr. Norris, he only thought Mrs. Norris was beautiful. He didn’t
mean any harm. | swear he won't cback. He’s learned his lesson and won't speak out of turn again!”
Struggling with the pain, her son’s previous arrogance vanished, and he pleaded, “I'm sorry. Please, just let me
go.”
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Kristopher’s grip remained unyielding, his hand like a vice on the man’s wrist. With a heavy thud, Willow dropped
to her knees, crying out, “Mr. Norris, he’s my only son. If his hand is broken, who will take care ofwhen I'm
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“Let it go. It's late, and all this noise will bring the property management,” Carrie said, giving Willow a cold
glance before gently patting Kristopher’s arm.
She wasn’t moved by their pleas but simply wanted to avoid further complications in the midst of the ongoing
chaos. Kristopher finally let go, pushing Willow's son aside. “Get out of here!” Before the man could get to his
feet, Oliver strode over, grabbed him by the collar, and dragged him out. Willow repeatedly expressed her
gratitude, saying, “Thank you, Mr. Norris. Thank you, Mrs. Norris.” “Enough. Get up. There's no need to keep
kneeling. We're not living in the Middle Ages,” Carrie said, her cold gaze fixed on Willow. Willow's constant
kneeling didn’t seem so much like submission as it did a quiet threat. Carrie thought to herself that since she
wasn't divorcing Kristopher, it might be a good idea to find a chance to replace the maid. There was something
off about her, and Carrie's instincts were rarely wrong.
She wasn’t moved by their pleas; she simply wanted to avoid further complications amidst the ongoing chaos.
Kristopher finally let go, pushing Willow's son aside. “Get out of here!” Before the man could get to his feet,
Oliver strode over, grabbed him by the collar, and dragged him out.
Willow repeatedly expressed her gratitude, saying, “Thank you, Mr. Norris. Thank you, Mrs. Norris.”
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