PFC Chapter 986 - 947: Want to Throw Away My Brother
Chapter 986 - 947: Want to Throw Away My Brother
"Having a Brother is great. If you get married in the future and your Husband bullies you, you can go find your Brother to take revenge for you."
Adrian Desmond coaxed her, and Curly, with a face full of swagger, said, "He dares? I’ll whip him to death!"
Adrian Desmond: ...
Not far away, Owen Hunter had brought his Wife and George to visit Adrian Desmond’s son. Seeing Adrian Desmond and his daughter, he was about to say hello when he happened to hear Curly say she was going to whip her future Husband to death.
The Hunter Family subconsciously glanced at George.
George, who’d come to see the little baby, heard this and felt his skin tighten all over.
Owen Hunter laughed and said, "Son, are you sure you still want to keep chasing Curly? If she really marries you in the future, your life will be in danger, you know.
Curly’s martial arts were taught by Adrian Desmond. You should know what your future father-in-law’s combat power is. Even if she only learns twenty or thirty percent of it, that’s more than enough for you to suffer."
"Even if she whips me, I’ll gladly accept it." George looked at Curly and suddenly blurted this out.
Aria Harris gnashed her teeth and cursed, "Nowadays, once someone starts acting like a masochist, they’re beyond saving!"
George was about to go over when Owen Hunter stopped him. "We’ll go see the little baby first."
"But I want to see Curly."
George had come mainly to see Curly, and visiting his future little Brother-in-law was just on the side.
"Didn’t you see Curly’s in a bad mood right now? If you go running over at this time, aren’t you just asking for trouble? Son, all those things I taught you, why do you never manage to apply theory to practice?"
Owen Hunter held his son’s hand and forcibly dragged the unwilling boy away.
"Once I see Curly, I forget everything."
"Son, you can’t go on like this..."
George twisted his head to take one more look at Curly and sighed. No matter what he did, Curly just didn’t like him.
"Gracey’s so great. Can’t you like Gracey instead?" Aria Harris said.
"I like Curly!"
Aria Harris poked his forehead and said, "If you really bring that great-aunt Curly home as your Wife, your mom will be the one suffering with you. I’ll have to serve her like some old Servant every day."
"Then after Curly and I get married, we’ll move out."
Aria Harris’s heart went sour. "Sure enough, sons are born just to be raised for someone else! Owen Hunter, look at the way he’s talking like he doesn’t need his parents at all. He’s completely an ungrateful brat."
Aria Harris jabbed her son’s head hard again, and Owen Hunter said, "Stop poking his head all the time. What if you poke him stupid?"
"He’s already stupid as it is. What does it matter if he gets a bit stupider?"
"Didn’t I come first in the exams again this year? I’m not stupid."
Aria Harris said, "Liking Curly is exactly what makes you stupid!"
"Curly’s great!"
"Owen Hunter, take your son away. I don’t want him anymore."
"As you command!"
...
On the other side, Adrian Desmond was still doing ideological work on Curly.
His son had been so hard to get; throwing him away was impossible. But his son was important, and his daughter was important too.
If this problem wasn’t handled well, with Curly’s temper, she really might run away from home.
"Don’t you like Barbie Dolls? You can treat him like a Barbie Doll too—dress him up, do his hair for him, give him baths..."
Curly stared at her father in shock and said, "Have you ever seen a Barbie Doll that ugly?"
"..."
"Old Man, throw him away! I don’t like him!"
"Can we not throw him away?"
"No—way!"
Adrian Desmond had a terrible headache. He had no idea how to handle this stubborn little girl.
Seeing her father at a loss for words, Curly added, "We can also not throw him away."
"Then let’s not throw him away."
"Fine, we won’t throw him away! Then send him off to Abyanabad. Find a few Servants to take care of him, and don’t let me see him."
Adrian Desmond stared at her speechlessly for a long moment. "He’s my son, your mom’s own flesh and blood, not some illegitimate child. How could we raise him outside?"
"Then just treat him like an illegitimate child!"
"If you’re worried that when your Brother grows up he’ll come fight you for territory and resources, I promise you, whatever your Brother has, you’ll definitely have too. Is that good enough?"
Curly shouted, "Old Man, do you really think I’m that petty? Is that why I want him thrown out?"
"Then what’s the real reason?"
Curly narrowed her eyes sharply at Adrian Desmond, lips pressed tight. "Old Man, I’ve been talking for ages, and you haven’t listened to a single word, have you, hmm?"
"You just said so much, I don’t know which sentence was the key point!"
Curly took a deep breath and solemnly repeated herself, "Because he’s ugly! Ugly like a Little Monster!"
Adrian Desmond: ...
"Dad, is he really my Brother? How come Dad, Mom, and Curly all look good, but he’s so ugly? Did they mix up my Brother? Just like when Mom got switched at birth back then."
"How could he be switched? Dad watched him come out of your mom’s belly."
"Then he must’ve been swapped later. Definitely!"
"Curly, having a rich imagination is good, but your Brother wasn’t switched. That really is your Brother. And your Brother isn’t ugly."
"He’s ugly to death, he’s a Little Monster!"
It was also Adrian Desmond’s first time seeing a baby that small. Although, as a father, it was pretty unkind to say this about his own son, the kid really was...ugly!
"They’re all so fake. Obviously Brother is that ugly, but everyone keeps praising him for being good-looking."
Curly mimicked the adults’ tone in a foppish voice. "Oh my, Madam, this great-grandson of yours is really handsome. Look at those eyebrows, so dashing."
Then Curly’s voice went back to normal as she continued, "Fake! That Little Monster doesn’t even have eyebrows!"
"Are you jealous?"
"..."
Curly glared at her father and shouted, "Jealous? Why would I be jealous of that Little Monster? He’s that ugly—he definitely won’t be able to find a Wife in the future!"
"Whether your Brother finds a Wife or not isn’t our problem. If he really can’t, that just means he’s no good."
"Old Man, throw that Little Monster away!" Curly ordered.
"Curly, you’re disgusted with your Brother just because he looks ugly, so you want to throw him away!"
"Yes!"
"Maybe he’ll get better-looking in the future."
"What if he keeps being ugly?"
"Then we’ll throw him away then."
Curly said in exasperation, "By then he’ll understand everything. If you throw him away, he’ll still come looking for us. You won’t be able to throw him away.
We have to throw him into the Orphanage now, while he doesn’t get anything yet."
"Didn’t you say the kids at the Orphanage are really pitiful? You’re willing to dump your Brother at an Orphanage?
Didn’t you hear your mom say the kids in the Orphanage don’t get enough to eat, and sometimes they’re bullied by the other kids... They don’t have new clothes, they don’t get birthday cakes on their birthdays, and they don’t have Dad and Mom to take them to the amusement park..."
Curly fell silent.
"How about we don’t throw him away, okay? If we throw him away, your mom will be really sad."
"..."
"How about I give you another box of diamonds?"
"Your son is that ugly. Don’t even think about bribing me with just one box of diamonds!" Curly roared.
"Two boxes!"
"Hmph!"
"Three boxes of diamonds, all pink diamonds!"