True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)
Chapter 1075 Like a Lord

"She's feeling much better." Heinz didn't want to argue with him or cover the matter up anymore. "If everything remains well, she can leave the hospital tomorrow." "What a relief. Is she really fine?" There was a hint of doubt in Little Gary's tone.

Heinz said in a low voice, "Why can't you just believe what I say?"

"Don't give me that. Has Mommy recovered or not?" Little Gary asked again, his tone sounded obviously skeptical about Heinz's words.

"She's alright," Heinz felt aggravated by this little rascal. "Of course she is. Do you wish for something bad to happen to your Mommy?"

"The more you speak like this, the more I feel that you're not confident. If she's fine, how about the nippers in her belly?" Little Gary continued.

"Those nippers are your younger siblings, alright? What kind of big brother are you?" Heinz really had to hold his temper every time he spoke to Little Gary.

"If someone like you can be a father, what's wrong with having a big brother like me? I'm going to be loads better than you in comparison." Little Gary praised himself. "I know how to care for others, and I can protect Ernest and Mommy. What have you done?"

"I've obviously done what you can't," Heinz said. "I'm your old man."

"Don't talk nonsense," Little Gary dismissed, not wanting to hearthat.

"Well, tough luck, I don't want to talk to you either," Heinz said. "If you can't speak nicely to me, we might as well not be talking."

"You're hiding something, aren't you? You couldn't even protect Mommy properly and now you have the nerve to tell me to speak nicely to you? You're definitely hiding something. You know, for a man who has failed to protect his wife and children, you don't even have the decency to reflect on yourself. Instead, you're just shutting me out. What an amazing father you are." Little Gary said sarcastically. Heinz frowned, "I've always been a failure of a father to you, am I right?"

"Yeah, you're not that useful. Apart from getting Mommy pregnant with twins again, you don't really have much use. Don't be too hard on yourself just because you're a good-for-nothing to me. Mommy seems to think you're some sort of treasure so I guess that can be a source of comfort for you." Little Gary pointed out.

His tone was filled with contempt, causing Heinz to doubt his beliefs. Just who was the father and who was the son?

"That's enough, Little Gary. You have to stop speaking to your father like that." Grace finally interrupted the fight between the father and son.

"Oh, Mommy! You're here!" Little Gary mellowed out a little in the blink of an eye, but he still had a little bit of snark in his tone as he continued, "Oh Mommy, what a great honour to finally hear your voice." "Are you making fun of your own mother?" Grace chastised. This child was becoming bolder and bolder.

"Oh no, I wouldn't dare!" Little Gary immediately said. "You are my dearest Mommy."

"You're a sweet talker, aren't you? But why do you have to be so mean to your father?" Grace wondered.

"Who knows? Perhaps we're not compatible," Little Gary shifted his tone again. "I really don't like him. Let's talk about your poisoning for example. He reacted so badly! How can I respect him if he can't do anything properly?"

"I wasn't poisoned.1 Grace emphasised, "That wasn't poison."

"So you're telling me that you ate something bad," Little Gary said. "You're actually telling me that eating fruits laced with pesticides is only bad for your stomach and not poisonous? Mommy, do you two think I'm not smart enough to connect the dots?"

Grace became speechless in an instant.

This child was capable of making anyone be at a loss for words.

"Your silence is your admission," Little Gary said. "Mommy, I'm all grown up now. I'm not useless like Heinz, you know? I can handle all the things he cant.

"Sure. There is indeed one thing your father can't handle. You'll have to deal with it." Grace said with a solemn tone. She really had to teach this child some manners.

"Alright Mommy, tell me," Little Gary immediately perked up.

"Your father can't resolve the relationship between you two. Unlike other fathers and sons, in which the son respects his father. Since your father is helpless, you should take the initiative to show some respect to him," Grace said sternly. "First and foremost, refer to him as Daddy. That's a top priority."

Little Gary didn't speak for a long time when he heard that. It seemed that he was surprised by the request.

Grace went on, "What do you think? I've given you a chance to help me, so why don't you do it? Show me just how capable you are."

"Mommy," Little Gary retorted right away, "How can you choose Heinz over me? Why are you choosing to help him to deal with me? Your request will only make me think less of him as a father." Grace was rendered speechless.

Heinz looked towards the ceiling with disbelief.

He is not the son that he had once lost and finally found; he's a lord.

No!

He was more difficult to deal with than a lord.

"You're just relying on your father's guilt to bully him," Grace said. "He's still your father, you know? If you keep humiliating him like this, people will laugh at you for having no manners." "I don't care," Little Gary blurted.

She's given up on persuading her son. She didn't know why her son only treated Heinz this way because he was polite to everyone else. The hostility seemed to be specially reserved for Heinz. She thought that this might be his way of getting his father's attention. After all, he hadn't had a father figure for such a long time. Perhaps it was his way of coping with the sudden presence of one. "You don't have to care," Grace said calmly. "But if you're making fun of the man I've chosen to be with, you're indirectly making fun of me and that makes me uncomfortable!" "You'll get used to it," Little Gary smiled and said. "Oh Mommy, I'm really relieved to hear how energetic your voice sounds. I guess you're really alright."

"Yes, I am," Grace said, "Don't worry."

"Mommy, did Heinz manage to catch the offender?" Little Gary asked.

"Catch? What offender?" Grace wondered.

"He didn't?" Little Gary groaned, "The person who poisoned you, of course! Why is Heinz so useless? Can't he catch even a single person?"

"Your father means well. He's always been very good to me. No one poisoned me. Stop saying that." Grace said.

Children shouldn't know about such things. Especially for a five-year-old like Little Gary who still could not properly differentiate between good and evil.

"Mommy, please tell me the truth. Who brought you the pesticide-laden fruit?" Little Gary pressed, desperate to be let in on this secret.

Grace said helplessly, "What you've heard is not entirely true. Stop talking about things you don't know about."

"Mommy, please stop treating me like a little kid. I've heard enough to know the gist. I'm concerned about you. I feel like all of us are sitting ducks. If you tell me the truth, maybe Ernest, Lowell, and I can be more careful in the future. If someone was able to harm you this time, they might be able to harm us the next time, right?" Little Gary said.