"Of course, if this little guy wants to stay, he has to behave! He's not allowed to act as his father's mouthpiece!"
Upon hearing his words, Emma Smith seemed relieved that he didn't insist on driving Tommy away. She asked another question, "What about my mom...?"
"She can stay or leave, just like that little brat. But she won't be taking you away or our baby, understand?" Robert Thomson snorted and pulled her into his arms, absentmindedly touching her bulging belly. "I know you love your mom and that kid. I'm not the kind of petty man who can't tolerate others. Just remember you have to listen to me! And you dared to slap me today? Tonight, you have to 'serve' me! Otherwise, I'll still throw that little guy out!"
Emma Smith glanced at him. Beneath his bruised eyes, his gaze seemed to hint at what he meant by "serving," and she didn't know whether to be angry or amused that he would make such a request under these circumstances.
