Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law
Chapter 215

Chapter 215 Is Your Dad Rich?

Kendra rubbed Timothy's head. "You won't understand. I'll help you take a bath, then go to bed early. I'll send you to your mother after I leave the part-time shift tomorrow." "Okay, Auntie. Thank you."

Timothy looked at Kendra gratefully.

Just then, there was a sound from the door. Timothy shuddered. He did not want to see the mean Ella.

"Don't be afraid." Kendra touched his face. "It's my husband."

Timothy nodded.

"Kendra, where are you?" A drunk man's voice came from outside the bedroom.

Kendra's expression changed, and she murmured with fear, "Why did he drink so much again?"

"Auntie." Timothy also tensed up. "Do you need my help?"

"No need." Kendra squatted and whispered to him, "Stay in the room. Don't go out."

Timothy nodded obediently, but he could see that Kendra's face was already pale. She was afraid of the drunk man outside.

Kendra opened the bedroom door and went out, only to be grabbed by her husband, Henry Grant.

"I've been calling you for a long time. What are you doing? I've been exhausted all day, and you didn't get me water!"

"I'll get it for you."

Kendra trembled. She grabbed Henry's hand to prevent him from increasing his strength.

Henry threw her on the sofa.

Kendra got up, quickly poured him water, then put it on the side table.

Henry did not drink the water but put his arm around her waist.

"Ah!" Kendra yelled in a low voice, "Don't mess around. I have to coax the kid to sleep."

"You rejected me?" Henry said viciously, "Why didn't you reject me a few years ago? If you hadn't slept with me, you would still be a midwife at Brookwater Wellness Center!"

Kendra refuted, "I'd rather go back to being a nurse! I don't want to be at home full-time!"

Henry slapped her on the sofa in anger. "You spend my money without doing anything. I only ask you to stay home and look after the kid. How dare you complain so much? If I had known you gave birth to a girl, I wouldn't have married you!"

Kendra covered her face but did not dare to say anything. Her tears fell.

"Why are you crying?" Henry carried her over and tried to tear her clothes.

Kendra begged, "Don't! The kid is going to bed soon."

Henry slapped her again. "Don't talk about that brat!"

He pinned Kendra down on the sofa and was about to be rude to her.

"No! Please! The kid isn't asleep yet!"

"I said don't talk about the child! Can't I touch my wife?" Henry lowered his head and bit her.

Suddenly, a leather shoe hit his head, and he felt pain.

Henry covered his head and looked back in astonishment. He saw a little boy standing behind him.

The little boy was handsome with an extraordinary appearance. Henry could tell Timothy was not an ordinary child at first sight. But it was Timothy who hit him with a leather shoe.

"Kendra!" Henry slapped Kendra hard, then turned around and grabbed Timothy.

"No wonder you didn't serve me. You hid this brat!"

While saying that, he was about to throw Timothy to the ground hard.

"No!" Kendra knelt to Henry. "This child is homeless. I've temporarily taken him in. Don't hurt him!"

"Homeless?" Henry narrowed his eyes. He looked at Timothy and asked, "Little brat, where are you from? Is your dad rich?"

Timothy spat at him. "Bad guy! I won't tell you!"

"How dare you scold me!" Henry raised his arms. "I'll throw you to death!"

"No, please don't hurt him!" Kendra hugged Henry's leg.

"Go away!" Henry kicked her away.

"Auntie!" Timothy shouted, "Don't beg him! I'm not afraid!"

"You little brat!" Henry grabbed Timothy and threw him viciously.

"Timothy!" Kendra lunged and caught Timothy in the tight space. "Timothy, are you okay? You scared me!"