"Protecting you is my duty. The fact that I was almost killed by that bad aunt only proves that I was useless, it has nothing to do with you. You don't need to apologize to my dad, and you certainly don't need to take revenge for me. I can handle my own grudges!"
The little guy said this sincerely, patting his chest to express his ambition and determination.
Ha!
He didn't even notice when his own son had become so spirited!
"The body, hair, and skin are all inherited from the parents, and yours was almost ruined by someone. How can you say there's no need to apologize to me?" Oliver Thompson teased his precious son with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, waiting to see how he would respond. But hearing his son's words, he felt relieved—at least his son had the spirit of a man.
"Dad, I'm all grown up. You don't need to worry about me. I'll get up wherever I fall, and I will take care of the revenge myself!"
