Before the words were finished, Zachary had already made a clean break, smashed the vase in his hand, pinched a piece of broken porcelain, and rushed to Mr. Dumoulin.
The sharp piece of broken porcelain had already pierced Mr. Dumoulin’s neck, with bright red blood slowly seeping out.
Mr. Dumoulin’s legs were trembling, and his voice was not even a whisper. Legs trembled, and his voice stuttered as he spoke, “Zachary, what are you doing, I … am your father, hurry up and take your hand away.”
It’s funny to say.
Zachary’s head is not as high as Mr. Dumoulin, the figure is only half her size, but at the moment is completely dominant, that pair of stern eyes shock, Mr. Dumoulin scared like a quail.
Truly, Zachary looks like she’s really going to kill him now with this look!
“I don’t mind you taking my money because my mom still needs you, so I put up with it… but every bit of the money I earn is clean… don’t open your mouth and talk nonsense…
And you said something about you being my father, ridiculous, I have never seen, a father who would denigrate his own daughter so much, since you took my money, stop it, and stand and pawn, I don’t mind to have a fight with you!”
Mr. Dumoulin has been so scared that he is almost on his knees, and promised repeatedly, “Fine, fine, I won’t say anything from now on, just take that thing away.”
Zachary then moved the broken porcelain piece away.
“Really obscure …,” Mr. Dumoulin reached out to touch his neck, originally wanted to curse, but the thought of Zachary so crazy, and hard to hold back.
“Okay, no need for you to work in the kitchen, in a while the family is going to have guests, you go to Xin Xin’s room and stay there, help her do her homework for OU school, as long as it’s done well, I’ll give your mom an extra hundred milliliters for this month’s blood draw.” Mr. Dumoulin said.
Zachary’s face was expressionless, threw down a sentence that you better do what you say you’re going to do, and lifted his foot straight up the stairs.
Only when that back disappeared around the corner of the stairs did Mr. Dumoulin dare to curse out.
“Unlucky thing, if I had known that you were such a thing, I should have strangled you directly when you were born!”
It wouldn’t have been necessary to come and suffer now.
After cursing, his eyes looked at Vital again, his tone made a one hundred and eighty degree turn, “Aigoo my baby ah, why are you still eating ah, quickly clean up, Andrew will be arriving soon.”
What?
Hearing this, Vital immediately threw away the ice cream, the pair of eyes squeezed to the point of almost invisibility by the fat on his face burst out with an excited light, “Dad are you serious, he’s really coming later?”
“That’s not true, go and wash your face, daddy has sent someone to bring you the latest beautiful princess dress and will make up a style for you.” Mr. Dumoulin said dotingly.
Vital ran over to Mr. Dumoulin and gave him a kiss, “Daddy, you’re so good to me, I’m going to wash my face now!”
She rushed to the restroom, and the stains that her body had just blocked were revealed.
Not far away, on the leather sofa, the ice cream that had been thrown up casually had also melted in a big mess.
Just looking at it was very bad.
Mr. Dumoulin subconsciously asked Zachary to clean it up.
After all, in this house, Zachary is his ATM, but also his maid.
Or the kind that doesn’t need money.
The words were already in his throat when Mr. Dumoulin remembered what had just happened, and a cold chill rose up from the bottom of his feet.
He couldn’t help but shiver and quickly dismissed the idea.
It was better to forget about it!
If he did it again, he’d be dead by Zachary before he’d even hooked up with THE Jones Family.