Before Elysia could complete, George cut her off in the middle as he almost shouted in top of anger, "What? Ivan pushed you?
If he really did something horrible like this, then he deserves some big punishment. Let me call him.."
"Ivan…"
"Ivan…"
George started to call his son's name loudly and soon a round head of a boy gave a peek from the back of the door of the living room..
Thus little action didn't go unnoticed by the elders as their eyes were now focused on the door.
"Ivan.. come here. Right. Now." George said in a cold voice.
Ivan got scared with his father's tone as he have never seen George being so angry.
He had never faced his father's cold yet furious side before. It was all new to him.
As be saw the warning eyes of his father, a nine years old Ivan walked inside with his head bowed down.
Standing in front of his parents, he looked at little Elysia who was now sniffling into her father's embrace.
