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Chapter 241 Kicked Out Of The House

Zachary carried Jonathan into the villa without showing the slightest hint of panic.

He scoffed, “Mister, if you really were my father, wouldn’t you feel ashamed?”

Zachary halted in his tracks.

“What does that mean?”

“My mom raised me all on her own, and she never once laid a hand on me. But you, you just found me and already want to hit me. Aren’t you ashamed?” Jonathan said, his eyes wide with. seriousness.

Zachary was momentarily transfixed by the depth of his beautiful eyes, frozen in place.

Jonathan was carried uncomfortably, but he kept his composure. “I always thought my father was,” he paused, recalling how Felix once described his dad, then continued, “a superhero who saves the world. He shows up whenever I’m mistreated, driving away anyone who bullies me. But I never expected that the one bullying me would be the superhero in my heart.”

A superhero who saves the world?

The anger within Zachary instantly dissipated.

However, based on what Jonathan had said at the beginning, he still placed him inside the children’s room.

“I didn’t hit you, not because I was scared, but because today is the day we recognize each other as father and son. I didn’t want to make a scene. Stay out of trouble, and nothing will go wrong.”

A faint smile played at the corners of Jonathan’s mouth, a fleeting glimmer of satisfaction flashing across his

eyes.

“Don’t worry, my mom has been teaching me manners since I was young.”

Zachary was at a loss for words. Since when did this guy understand the concept of manners?

If he truly had manners, he wouldn’t have dared to stir up trouble under his nose.

“Tell me, back at the hotel, was it your mother who put you up to splashing wine on me and secretly getting rid of my clothes and phone?”

If he had answered yes, Zachary would have had a reason to fight for his custody rights.

Jonathan was no fool. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. What about the spilled wine, the clothes, the phone? Do you have any proof?”

Zachary felt that one day, this son of his would be the death of him.

“If you don’t admit to your mistakes, you will go without dinner tonight!”

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Zachary stepped out of the children’s room and made his way to the living room. He plopped down onto a seat and had an array of desserts placed in the most conspicuous spot.

Jonathan looked away and began to play with the toys that had been prepared in the room well in advance.

Meanwhile, Vivian was on the verge of tears.

After much difficulty, she managed to replace the address Zachary had given her previously, Seabay Villa. Without delay, she instructed the driver to head over.

On the way, she didn’t dare to share this matter with Cecilia, fearing it would cause her undue worry.

“Jon, you must stay safe at all costs. If anything were to happen to you, I wouldn’t want to live. either.”

She finally arrived at the mansion district.

Vivian hurriedly got out of the car.

However, when she reached the main entrance, the security guard refused to let her in.

She tried calling Zachary, but couldn’t get through. Left with no other option, she resorted to shouting at his front door. “Zachary, you shameless scum, come out right now or I’m calling the police!”

She didn’t dare to call the police. If the situation escalated and Nathaniel discovered that something was off, it would spell trouble.

Zachary was still engaged in a battle of wits with Jonathan, lounging casually on the sofa while scrolling through his phone. He was then informed by his bodyguard that Vivian had arrived and was creating a scene.

“Send her away,” he commanded, “Tell her, if she wants money or goods, she should write it down on a piece of paper and come to me for an exchange within these few days. No extensions! As for our son, let her not even dare to dream!”

“Yes, Sir.”

The bodyguard left at that.

In less than ten minutes, Vivian was discarded in a desolate, uninhabited area.

The day gradually turned into evening.

After much difficulty, she finally made it home, only to replace that her father had sealed off the

mansion.

“Ms. Kennedy, Mr. Kennedy has stated, if you desire freedom, then you shouldn’t spend the Kennedy family’s money or live in their house,” the butler said with a polite smile.

In the biting cold, she wrapped herself tightly in her coat, her nose running and tears streaming down her face as she reached out to Cecilia.

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