Love Comes To Me
Chapter 547: Not bad for our Rogers family

Bitterness overflowed in Hector's throat as he reached out to touch Solomon around the wound, "Does it hurt?"

He asks in a warm voice, unable to stop his eyes from shifting down and landing on Solomon's brow. Solomon has grown up a little in the last three years, getting taller and opening up his features a bit.

For some reason, he felt that his eyebrows were becoming more and more similar to Eloise's

Sometimes he sees Eloise in Solomon.

Solomon nodded, aggrieved, "Ouch, that boy Harry, he actually used his weight on me, otherwise I would have beaten him up."

At the same time taking the opportunity to seek reassurance from Hector that heartache is heartache and education is still strict.

In the next instant, the softness dissipated for a moment.

Hector flicked him on the head and his scowl turned stern, "Good to know it hurts, do you have any idea how dangerous your actions were today? I sent you to play baseball so you could use it to hurt your classmates?"

Hector snapped his face up and continued, "You know that baseballs can kill people at the speed at which they are hit, at a serious point. If you kill someone, you're responsible, and if you get any older, you'll go to jail, is that what I usually teach you?"

The stern words made even Solomon's face change for a moment, not daring to be playful.

He twisted and rubbed his fingers, his eyes drooping, and said in a low tone, "I'm sorry Daddy, I know I was wrong, but I didn't try to kill Harry, I controlled the force when I hit him. So he only got a small swelling on his forehead, it's nothing serious and I won't do it again."

Seeing this, Hector nodded and got up to get the medical kit.

A band-aid was put on Solomon's scuffed forehead after he had been decontaminated.

After closing the medical kit, he looked at Solomon and said, "Although you have admitted your fault, it is not enough to admit your wrongdoing, so go stand in the corner and repent, and no more dinner tonight!" When Hector finished, Solomon's face fell and he ahhh'd.

"Got a problem with that?"

Hector raised an eyebrow, a subtle pressure in his eyes, his tall figure dropping a heavy shadow in front of Solomon's eyes.

He was too busy shaking his head, and then he obediently went off to face the wall.

Looking at Hector's back, Solomon deflated his little mouth, where he dared to say yes.

Walking to the corner of the living room, Solomon stood bodily straight.

Little hands pressed against the seam line of the trousers, as if they were very experienced.

Hector saw this and the corners of his lips lifted upwards.

He took a step away and was about to leave, looking at an elderly man in the back before he left.

He turned his head and instructed, "Steward, please keep an eye on Solomon and don't let him wander off."

The housekeeper would have looked at Solomon and shook his head, a little too much for his own good.

This would hear Hector's command and nod busily, "Got it, sir."

Solomon in the corner sniffed, not too pleased.

Daddy really doesn't trust him, he's not going to wander off on his own.

Once Hector had gone upstairs, the butler immediately went over to Solomon and helped him dust himself off.

He also ordered water to be brought over to clean his hands and face.

The butler couldn't help but shatter: "Little prince you say you've been naughty again, sir as soon as he got the call today, the company didn't care, he ran straight to school. You are good, you even escaped from the school, hiding in the formation back, if not Mr. sent someone to follow you in the back, do not know how many times you have been abducted, can not be like this in the future..."

Although he complained, he was actually worried about Solomon.

"Well, yes, I know, thank you."

Solomon was also used to it and didn't mind the butler's nagging, listening carefully and then reassuring him.

This good-natured look made the housekeeper's heart sink.

Their little prince, at such a young age, knows so much.

"Forget it, forget it, you're actually doing the right thing little prince ..." he couldn't help but lament.

He had just listened to the conversation between father and son.

The more I listened, the more I felt bad.

These three years have not been easy for Hector with Solomon, being a father and a mother.

Hector could have added to the problem had Solomon not been a good boy by nature.

Solomon suddenly leaned over to the butler's ear and said in a serious voice, "Right, you think so too roar, Grandpa Butler I'll tell you what. I actually just lied to my daddy, and next time if Harry says anything bad about Mummy I'll beat him up again, but I don't need a baseball."

With those words, Solomon crossed his arms at his waist with a look of heavenly fear.

The butler laughed softly and reached out to rub Solomon's dark hair, "Solomon loves his mother so much."

"That's for sure, I love Mummy the most under heaven and earth, she used to touch my head like that but she's not there anymore ..."

Solomon narrowed his eyes and approached the butler's large warm palm, and as he spoke, his glow suddenly darkened.

The butler watched from the side and his heart gave a sharp jerk.

It was in his eyes how important a person Eloise was to both father and son.

He looked worriedly at Solomon, afraid he would be too upset at the thought of Eloise.

He was about to say something to comfort him when Solomon smiled up first, his boyish face glowing again.

"But she'll come back one day, Daddy thinks so too, I believe him."

He clenched his fist and his eyes were determined.

The look infected the butler and somehow his heart began to stir.

How wonderful it would be if the lady of the house was there too ...

Upstairs, Hector is preoccupied with company business when a pop-up pops up on the tablet next to him.

It was a video invitation sent by Rupert.

He clicked on consent with his mouse.

Within moments, Rupert's demonic face appeared on the screen, looking left and right at the camera.

After watching for a while, Rupert yelled in wonder, "Ugh, brother, where's Solomon, how come I don't see my little nephew?" Hector didn't even bother to lift his eyelids and said in a flat tone, "He's downstairs facing the wall." Rupert immediately wailed when he heard this.

Fortunately, Hector had already turned down the sound in advance to save his eardrums from damage.

"Tragic, my poor Solomon, what wrong did he do to have his own father treat him like this, it's so tragic ..."

Hector's tears were so loud that people would have thought he had abused Solomon.

"He assaulted a classmate with a baseball today."

At that Hector rolled his eyes and answered his question coolly, his eyes still falling on the papers in front of him.

"Ahem." Rupert blushed and rubbed his nose resentfully.

"That's something to think about, how can you be so violent, not bad for our Rogers family ... er, I didn't say anything."

At the words, Hector swept a cold eye over and Hector made a panicked motion to shut up.

Seeing this Rupert hurriedly changed the subject and asked with a frown, "Brother, it's almost dinner time over there, isn't it, why are you still working?"