Chapter 4

After getting into the car, Bruce kept his head down and did not change more than a half-point.

William was clearly enraged as he drove.

Someone could not tell if William was furious because Bruce left the house without permission or because he was angry with that woman.

The side door was flung open before the car stopped in front of the villa.

A small figure dashed inside the villa, loudly throwing the gate open.

William got away with a black face.

The housekeeper greeted him. "Young master, young master."

"Today's thing will never happen again!" William whispered.

The housekeeper's body trembled. "But, the young master likes Dr. Elisa."

"So, he can disturb other people's lives?" William inquired coldly.

"Young master, you may not like to hear this. But Dr. Elisa is the first person who the young master likes to approach after what happened in the past. I think this is a good phenomenon. "

"If you have such an idea, return to the mansion to rest. I'll entrust Bruce's care to others. "

William entered the second-floor study after a brief glance at the housekeeper.

The housekeeper looked at the back of William and sighed helplessly.

William had barely sat down in the study when he heard short, piercing cries and the faint sound of objects breaking.

William closed his eyes and pushed open the library door.

In a matter of minutes, the formerly tidy and spotless hall had devolved into a massive garbage pile.

Everything that could be crushed had been shattered.

Bruce stepped barefoot on the glass-strewn carpet. The housekeepers, nannies, and servants trailed him, but none dared to stop him.

With a cold expression on his face, William stood in the corridor on the second level, watching Bruce run wild.

Bruce did not open his mouth until a shard of glass damaged his white and sensitive feet. "Bruce Brich, it will not do you any good to keep making trouble!"

When William was upset, he only addressed him by his full name.

The small body shook, then pushed an antique vase taller than him to the ground.

A sharp sound was produced by fragile porcelain and firm ground. Tens of millions of antique vases were instantly destroyed.

Bruce stood in a tangle, leaning against his sensitive and obstinate little face and fiercely gazing at William.

William's brow furrowed as he proceeded downward, one step at a time.

Bruce's body trembled, but he remained defiant, letting the blood on his feet gurgle out without exhibiting any signs of weakness.

William sat down gently on the sofa and waved to the housekeeper, nanny, and others.

There were only two people left in the huge hall.

William did not look down at his swollen feet. "Can you tell me what you want to do?"

Bruce took out his small pad and scribbled, "She does not want me!"

"She is not sick. Why would she desire a boy who is so annoying and troublesome?! I would not want you if you were not my son!"

William's voice had barely fallen, and he could hear a magical scream piercing his ears.

William pursed his lips and extended his hand to help Bruce to his knees.

Bruce threatened to fight back.

"Before bargaining with me, first examine your capabilities," William stated coolly.

Bruce was held by William without humming at the conclusion of the sentence, as if he had hit the shutdown button.

William lifted his chubby little feet without hesitation, he grimaced when he noticed the damage, and reached out his hand to remove the glass shards from his feet.

Then he got a tiny medicine box from a cabinet next to him and began treating his wound.

He pushed Bruce onto the sofa next to him after the treatment and looked at him with both hands across his chest.

Bruce also widened his eyes and looked at William without saying a word. They stared at each other for a long time.

William rolled his eyes angrily. "Bruce, can you be a little considerate of your father's hard work? I was called out by someone else's phone to solve your problems as soon as an important transnational meeting started. Afterwards, you made this noise for me again. Do you think your father lives in this world for the only purpose of helping you solve your troubles? "

Bruce stalked his little neck, ignored William, and had no intention of typing on his pad.

William knew it was the result. "If you have demands, make them clear. Don't miss the best time to talk. You start tossing again. No one has the obligation to spoil you indefinitely. Your father's request is not high either. Before you ask me, be prepared to promise me a request. If you don't have this awareness, please go upstairs and reflect."

A brooding expression flashed on Bruce's face.

William leaned on the sofa, waiting for his reaction.

Bruce's little finger moved quickly on the mini-pad, then climbed from the other end of the sofa to the side of William and handed the mini-pad to William.

William glanced at the screen. "I want Dr. Elisa to accompany me."

"What are the terms of my promise?"

Bruce showed a face of embarrassment, and finally gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, typing a line on it, "I go to school."

William looked at the four words speechlessly. "It's a waste of time to go to kindergarten with your IQ. Also, if you don't want to talk, it's useless to go to kindergarten."

Bruce's black eyes were quietly looking at him, waiting for William's request.

"Say three sentences to me every day, and each sentence is no less than ten words."

Bruce lowered his head, and Bruce rubbed his little pajamas with embarrassment.

William looked at him and sighed, "Did I dig your ancestral grave or burn your ancestral home in my last life, so that you could toss me like this? People raise bastards, and they can still hear their dads. I got a little troublemaker. "

Bruce looked at him, and his little face was twisted, but he still didn't speak.

William reached out and touched his furry little head. "Come on, I won't force you. If you like to be a bastard, just be it. I'll earn more money while I'm young, and let you be a full-time loser in the future! "

William patted his knees and got up and left.

Bruce sat stuffy on the sofa, not comforted by his father's words at all.

_ _ _

The following week, Elisa was busy.

Every day, there were more than two operations to deal with, and every day she was as busy as a dog.

She thought it would be a tough week, but she spent it in a strangely busy time.

On Friday, when Elisa White left the operating room, it was already more than nine o'clock in the evening.

Even so, she took out her mobile phone and opened her Messenger nervously.

There were dozens of private messages sent to her by others.

Among them, Dr. Ellen had the most.

Elisa White opened Ellen's information.

"Elisa, will you come or not?"

"I advise you not to come. Brandon and Julia are too annoying. Julia showed her love in front of us, and Brandon was still reasonable and did not support her very much. "

"Julia also tried every means to inquire about you with me. I did not pay attention to her at all. I do not know if other classmates will say it. "

"I heard that they went to the brain department of Westmead First Hospital together, and they were the deputy chief physicians as soon as they entered the hospital. Son of a bitch, these two shameless bastards almost pissed me off! "