After divorce I am a billionaire

Eugene disagreed, "What kind of personality he has, the environment around him, what he has experienced, the pain he has endured at a young age ... These environmental factors have already determined what kind of character he will be in the future.

How can he be affected merely by ‘Pathological Psychology'?” Malcolm heard what he was saying. Eugene was complaining about him, Spencer's father, and Malcolm tightened his hands in the cuffs of his military uniform and didn't answer.

Jimmy retorted, "As the saying goes, moral influence by contact. The kid is just a blank sheet of paper. You show him something like this, and what if he's really interested in trying to make an irreversible mistake? You're hurting him." Eugene scoffed, completely ignoring Jimmy's words.

Malcolm was fascinated when he heard Jimmy 's line of "irreparable mistake".

For no reason, he remembered that in the ward just now, Spencer said to him with certainty with his childish voice, "Even if you and Mommy aren't mad at him, | will punish him in the future.” "Doesn't killing him mean to let him disappear from this world forever? | don't want to see him, so | want him to disappear.” Spencer disliked Anthony and even hated Anthony.

He wasn't joking just now...

Malcolm felt flustered for no reason. He found that he couldn't completely understand his five-year-old son.

The more he thought about it, the more his heart tightened.

"I'm going back to the ward first. I'll leave it to you here." After saying this, he quickly turned and left, walking fast.

"Huh? Malcolm?" Jimmy called to him but he was gone.

Jimmy had to continue to deal with Eugene, the weird old man.

"Eugene, | don't care if you do it on purpose or not. In short, you are not allowed to show Spencer any strange books in the future. Even if he asks you for it, you are not allowed to give it to him." "My lovely little nephew, if he grows up and becomes a bad person in the future, | will never spare you." Malcolm quickly returned to the ward.

Along the way, he was very confused, and had mixed feelings.

He and Lyra both owed Spencer. In the past few years, they had tried their best to make up for Spencer. They loved Spencer, and treated Spencer better than Molly. They were completely spoiling him.

But usually there were too many official duties. He and Lyra shouldered the burden of the rise and fall of the two wealthy families.

It was inevitable that they were not careful enough to take care of him.

It was only today that he realized that he seemed to be paying attention to Spencer's condition all the time, but ignored Spencer's psychological problems.

The more he thought about it, the more confused he became.

Malcolm returned to the ward.

Pushing the door open, Spencer was sitting on the hospital bed. The liquid in the infusion bottle hadn't flowed into his body yet.

He just looked at the banana leaves outside the window in a daze, obediently, without making a fuss. His weak and pale face looked distressing.

Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, Spencer looked back at the door and smiled, "Daddy, you're back." He raised his head, looked at the liquid medicine in the bottle, and continued, "The doctor who just changed the medicine said | have the last bottle today.” "If you're very busy, you can go to work first. Don't rush over to accompany me." "l am already a five-year-old boy. | won't rely on you to accompany me, and | will behave well when infusing." Malcolm's heart were pierced by his words. It hurt.

He walked to Spencer's bed and sat down. He smiled and asked in a gentle voice, "Are you afraid | will be annoying?" Spencer lowered his head and looked a little depressed, "l was born sick. | am not a normal child..." Malcolm took a deep breath, tried to make himself at ease, and said seriously, "As long as you are human, you will get sick. This does not mean that you're abnormal. | will never bother you, and will always be by your side." He took Spencer into his arms, giving him a sense of security from his large chest as his father.

"In front of Daddy and Mommy, you can laugh when you're happy." "You can cry, make troubles, and make a scene when you are sad. You don't have to pretend to be a mature little adult.” "Because Daddy and Mommy will never abandon you. Even if your illness cannot be cured, Mommy and | will make you happy and worry-free for the rest of your life." Spencer felt his father's warm embrace, with his little head rubbing against his chest, "Daddy, cry and make a scene, are you talking about Momo? | am a man. | don't cry.” Malcolm: "A man also has the right to express his emotions. Of course, | can cry in front of your dearest daddy, and | will not laugh at you." Spencer looked up at him. His weak but smart eyes looked scheming, "Why do you wantto cry so much? When you're usually in front of Mommy, you will cry and pretend to be pitiful and lie to Mommy?" Malcolm's mouth twitched slightly was speechless.

The guilt and depression towards his own kid just now disappeared completely because of this sentence.

Malcolm pondered for a while before correcting his words righteously, "Who said that? | have never cried and pretended to be pitiful. That's what your mommy is good at. She often uses this to act like a spoiled child with me. Momo likes to do so miserably, and she learns from her." Spencer smiled. His brows and eyes curled, and his face looked pure, "Really?" "Of course it's true. In this family, | am the absolute leader. Your mommy usually..." "Daddy." Spencer interrupted his arrogant remarks and pursed his lips, "You usually don't dare to say serious words in front of Mummy. Why do | think this is not the case? If Mummy is there, will you telllike this?" Even his own child felt that he was under strict control of his wife. He was the man in power of White family, the director of the National Investigation Bureau ... He needed the dignity! Anyway, Lyra wasn't here at the moment, but was back to the Lloyd's Corp to handle urgent business. Malcolm replied decisively, "Even if your mommy is here, my answer won't change.” Spencer didn't believe what he said.

"Daddy, you don't need to answerin such a hurry, because Mommy has already heard what you said just now." wom Malcolm turned around quickly. The door to the ward was closed, and no one was outside.

What was the meaning? Spencer took out the child's small mobile phone from his arms, which showed the interface of the call, and the note was [Dear Mommy].

The phone had not been hung up, and the call had continued for more than ten minutes.

Malcolm swallowed hard and stiffened, staring at the note displayed on the phone.

Spencer smiled, and continued in a tender voice, "Actually, before you cin, Mommy was worried about me, afraid that | would be bored with the infusion, so she calledand said that she wanted to accompanyremotely. Just when you cin, | forgot to tell you this." Malcolm was speechless.

So, Spencer wanted to tell him that his arrogant words about challenging the Lyra family's throne just now were heard clearly by Lyra.

He looked at Spencer who was in his arms, and thought he himself miserable.

It seemed that not only did his daughter call other man Daddy, but his son made him spill the beans...