A chill suddenly gathered in Timmy's eyes.
"My mommy is the boss in our family! Even my daddy has to obey her. In my grandma's laboratory, even the masters respect my mommy. Unlike you, who belittle and slander others without understanding anything!"
Alfredo Mitchell was a little embarrassed by Timmy's rebuttal, but this was just a five-year-old child. Was he going to admit defeat so easily?
"Talking big is easy. But little brother, do you know that's called bragging?"
Timmy's face was cold, as if it could drip water.
"Mitchell, please check the International Journal issues 116, 125, and 137. They all have papers published by my mommy. And the one in issue 125 won the only gold award this year. Is it your blindness or is it my bragging? You can verify it yourself."
Alfredo Mitchell's confrontation with Timmy was just a momentary self-righteousness.
