The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 1258

"Brad, tell your dad what you want. It's useless to cry. It won't solve the problem. B e good," Brandy coaxed.

This father and son had never lived together before.

Doting parents treasured their kids.

Yet Luke's parents had never doted on him. Luke's grandfather had been strict with him and cold to him since he was born.

As a result, he educated Brad in the same way.

There was no warmth in such a powerful and wealthy family. They were cold-hearted.

Brad wiped his tears. "I want my mom. I want to eat porridge made by Mom. I want t o go to my mom. I don't want to be here.”

As he saw the child begging pitifully, Brandy's heart ached.

He pleaded with Luke, "Mr. Bennington, Brad is too young. What about sending him to Ms. Barton’s place tonight? I can take him back tomorrow so that he has time to get used to the new home."

"Why bother? Whether today or tomorrow, sooner or later, he has to adapt. Don’t take him anywhere. Now, take him upstairs to bed."

Luke said stonily, "If you can’t even overcome this, how can you still be a Bennington?"

As the heir of the Bennington family, he should face all the difficulties.

Brandy still wanted to say something.

Yet he bit his tongue while seeing Luke's stern look.

Brad began to cry. He didn't want to go to rest or sleep. He wanted his mom.

Finally, he lost his temper, shouting at Luke, "I hate you! I want Mom! You nuisance! Big bad guy!"

No one else dared to curse Luke like this.

Brandy was nervous, but fortunately, Luke just raised his eyebrows without saying anything and turned to leave.

Half an hour later. Brandy came down from the room.

Luke changed into a bathrobe, drinking tea and reading the newspaper. "Is he asleep?" "No. " Brandy’s brow furrowed, "Mr.

Bennington, can you please let him see his mother? He hasn't eaten for two days. He’s just a little kid. What if something happens to him?"

Luke was indifferent. "He's spoiled. It's time to correct his bad habits. When he's hungry, he'll naturally eat."

"But..." Brandy didn't give up.

As Luke heard this, his eyes flashed. He then went up to Brad’s room.

Pushing open the door, he saw the room a mess.

Everything that could be moved was broken, including the breakfast that was just brought in.

Brad crouched on the balcony.

Luke's eyes narrowed as he boomed, "You broke them?"

"Yes!"

Brad was not afraid, raising his chin, his back straight. "If you don't let me go, I'll break everything in the room!"

Hearing that, Luke didn't get angry. Instead, he smiled slightly. "Not bad. That's more like a man."

Brad glared at him.

"You can continue like this."

Luke looked at him, saying calmly, "But hunger strikes and threats don't work on m e."