After divorce I am a billionaire

Facing his suspicious expression, Anthony rubbed his little head and said, "I've investigated the fight. The twins being hospitalized wasn't your fault. | was wrong to blyou." "Really?" He was overjoyed. "Then who caused their injuries?" Anthony shook his head. "Uncle Malcolm from the National Investigation Bureau is investigating it. If bad guys intentionally framed you, Uncle Malcolm will catch them." "That's great!" He lowered his head and looked at his own injuries before whispering, "So... did you wrongly accuse me?" "Yes, | accused you wrongly and even punished you. | didn't handle it well and I'm sorry. Can you forgive me?" Anthony apologized sincerely.

Alistair felt thrilled to hear that his father had taken the initiative to apologize to him for once in his life.

"Since your attitude is quite decent this taround, | can reluctantly forgive you but on one condition." "What condition?" "Can we skip this week's math test? And then can you taketo an amusement park for a day?" "... You're still too playful," Anthony thought.

After a moment of silence, he finally nodded and said, "Okay! This week we'll take a break so that you can play without any worries." "Yeah!" He cheered excitedly, almost jumping up with joy.

Anthony straightened up the little guy's shoulders before giving him swords of advice, "I won't hold today's runaway incident against you but such behavior isn't acceptable as it makes your great-grandma, auntie andall worried sick about you! There cannot be another tlike this. Remember that!" "I know," he replied obediently.

Anthony patted his small shoulder then stood up while extending a big hand towards him, saying, "Let's go home." However, he raised both arms instead saying, "Daddy, my hands hurt too much. They won't lethold your hand so please carry me." Anthony indulged him by bending down and lifting him up into his arms, while leading them towards their luxury car without forgetting to remind Molly and Spencer, "It's getting late now. Your father should have finished handling things by now, so he'll cpick you guys back hin ten minutes at most. Don't wander off!" "We know! Godfather, hurry back with milk tofu!" Molly smiled happily seeing father-son conflict resolved and feeling proud as she waved goodbye at Anthony departing with his precious godson in tow.

Spencer remained aloof as always, his hands in his pockets and no words to offer. The luxury car quickly drove away, its red taillights gradually disappearing into the night.

Molly watched the car disappear into the distance with great satisfaction. "He finally found out the truth and sincerely apologized to milk tofu. That's great," she said.

As she was feeling emotional, Spencer's eyes were full of coldness. "It's a waste of twatching hypocritical people put on a show of father-son love," he said.

He had originally wanted to watch a good about strict parenting and a son who decided to leave after becoming disillusioned with it all, but Anthony's performance tonight left him unsatisfied.

"Spencer..." Molly wanted to say something but felt that she wasn't involved enough in their family affairs nor could she truly understand her brother's feelings after enduring years of illness. She sighed instead.

Spencer didn't show much expression on his face, despite being only eleven years old. He looked very similar to Malcolm in appearance except for those icy-cold eyes that gave off an air of world-weariness beyond his age. His pale skin and thin frmade him look sickly yet mature beyond his years.

Under the moonlight, he spoke schemingly, "I prefer seeing widowers living alone rather than families living harmoniously or obedient son." But given Alistair's current status as an obedient son, this would be quite challenging for him.

However, Spencer enjoyed doing difficult things like this.

Molly thought he was just joking around and didn't pay much attention as she sat on the steps outside the villa with her chin resting on her hands while waiting for Malcolm to pick them up.

Meanwhile, at Suham's forest villa located near the border mountains area where they held a simple funeral service...

All furniture was covered in white cloth while men and women dressed in black lowered their heads solemnly, creating an atmosphere filled with dignity and respectfulness.

Sheldon who had aged considerably over tlit three sticks of incense before bowing down reverently three times.

In front of him hung a black-and-white photo showing a woman who was smiling gently. When looking at it, one could see how similar Jacqueline looked like Lyra when smiling too.

Next to it stood one subordinate trying hard, not knowing what else could be done other than consoling Sheldon by saying, "Mr.

Alford, please take care yourself first." Sheldon turned cold instantly as if wielding sharp knives from within his eyes. "Jacqueline has barely been dead long enough fornot feel grief-stricken! As her adoptive father, how can | possibly find solace?" The subordinate couldn't understand why Sheldon acted so harshly towards them, "But... Jacqueline has suffered from severe depression these past few years which led up until now... She committed suicide...who should we seek revenge against?" Sheldon stared closely at the black and white photo of Jaqueline, with monstrous anger brewing in his chest, hating a certain nover and over again in his heart.

"If it wasn't for that man, how could she have been depressed all day after returning to me, and finally chose to end her life?" The subordinates stopped talking.

The other subordinates in the surrounding circle lowered their heads one after another, for fear of being implicated by Sheldon who was angry.

Sheldon's eyes were red with hatred.

"Anthony Callahan!" "Jaqueline died because of him. Why can he still sit in the Callahan Group? | have no children in my life. Why can he still have a son?" "The Callahans deserve to die, and Anthony deserves to be chopped up and fed to the dogs." Speaking of anger, Sheldon took out a pistol from his waist and fired three shots at the ceiling.

Bang bang bang- The gunshots were deafening and terrifying.

The others all turned pale and took a few steps back silently.

His subordinate Apollo Sutton stood up again and said, "Mr. Alford, the twins who fought with Alistair Callahan a few days ago have now been targeted by NIB, and the matter has also been suppressed by Anthony with money. The case is currently being investigated by NIB. We should be more careful recently." "What are you afraid of? They don't dare to confess me." Apollo nodded and bowed, complimenting again and again, "Yes, Mr. Alford, you are very wise and powerful, and you can handle them. NIB can't find our trouble." Sheldon fetched a stack of hell money, lit it with a lighter, and personally burned it to the deceased. He calmly arranged, "Let the people below prepare for it. We will find a way to make more troubles to the Callahan Group. While he can't take care of himself, we will find another opportunity to continue to deal with the kid next to him." "Once a person has the biggest weakness, it's easy to handle." Even if he could cut off one of Alistair's fingers, Anthony would be in pain for a long time, right? As long as it made Anthony unhappy, he was happy.

Apollo bowed, "Mr. Alford, you are wise." Sheldon laughed, grabbed a stack of money and threw it on the ceiling, "Jaqueline, | know you miss him all day long. I'll make you happy, and let him accompany you soon." For two or three days in a row, Alistair's life finally returned to its usual calm.

He had already dropped out of the previous kindergarten, and the Callahan family was busy finding him a better aristocratic school.

Anthony took his upcoming elementary school enrollment very seriously. Even though Alistair was at hall day, Anthony arranged for him to have a private tutor so that he wouldn't fall behind on any important subjects.

Alistair was lazy and slept all day long. Finally, after waiting for what seemed like forever, the weekend arrived.

Early in the morning, before Anthony had even woken up, Alistair climbed onto his bed and snuggled up next to him.

"Daddy, it's tto wake up~ Great grandma has already helpedget ready for the day. We're just waiting for you~" Anthony raised his bleary blue eyes and spoke lazily, "What could possibly make you so excited that you'd wake up at 6:30 in the morning?" listair furrowed his little brows and stared mournfully at him, "Daddy, you forgot about today? It's an important day!"