Amelia couldn't stand it any longer, she said sternly, "Bernard, how can you talk like that? Where are your manners and upbringing? Apologize."
The child, who had been chattering a moment ago, flattened his lips in grievance. His eye rims turned slightly red as he begrudgingly whispered, "Sorry."
"It's all right; no need to apologize." Daniel Cooper looked at his son's aggrieved expression and said to Amelia, "He's still young. Don't be so harsh on him."
As soon as he said that, the tears that had been welling up in the little guy's eyes flowed out instantly.
Amelia, "..."
This little rascal, usually not shedding a tear even when being spanked, now that he has a dad, she couldn't even say a word?
"Why are you crying? Waiting for someone else to feed you, don't you have your own hands?"
"Waah—"
"Your crying is getting louder! Shut up and go stand against the wall as punishment!"
