My Mommy Became A Billionaire After the Breakup
Chapter 1967 Contact for You

Byron accompanied the boy and walked around the town for a whole day.

The boy's mood slowly calmed down by the afternoon.

"Mr. Crawford, thank you for coming to comfort me, and thank you for telling me about your childhood experience. I have thought about it. I should be brave and strong like you. I should at least figure out who I am before I cut off relations with them!"

Byron looked at him worriedly. "But what if she continues to beat you after you go back?"

"I'll call the police!"

"You can still call me. If she hits you again, I will bring someone to avenge you!"

"Yes!" The boy nodded vigorously. "Mr. Crawford, you have been with me for a whole day. Your wife should be worried about you now. You should go back quickly!"

Byron lowered his eyes and sighed, staring at his toes, "She is still mad at me. Oops, I forgot to contact her during lunch..."

When saying that, Byron immediately took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

However, he didn't hold the phone steady enough, which slipped from his hand and fell into the lake.

All Byron could think about was that he had promised Athena to report his situation to her, but he forgot the time and did not call her.

Without any hesitation, he followed the phone and jumped into the lake directly, trying to get his phone back.

But the lake water was turbid and deep.

When Byron climbed ashore, he didn't replace the phone.

The boy was gone, too.

He was soaked and looked embarrassed.

Just when he was about to go to the car to see if there were any spare clothes to change into, he heard cries of pain and screams. That voice seemed to be that of a child.

Byron immediately followed the sound.

It turned out that in a store on the side of the road, a man was holding a child's collar and slapping the child vigorously.

Byron didn't hesitate.

He went over and kicked the man.

He had practiced martial arts before, and the opponent was caught off guard.

The man had no time to dodge Byron's attack.

Byron's fists hit him hard one after another, followed by constant exclamations at the scene.

Someone pulled Byron away, and the abuser was hiding in the corner with blood on his face and looked as if he was cursing Byron while pointing at him. The child who had just been beaten huddled in the corner, crying loudly and shouting, "Don't hit my father."

Byron's ears were ringing badly.

The figure of the child before him flashed a few times.

Only then did Byron realize that the one who was beaten was not the boy just now but another strange child.

"Call the police! Call the police and arrest this madman!" The man held his bleeding nose and cried to the neighbors who came around.

"I'm only teaching my own naughty girl a lesson, but this madman rushed in and beat me up!"

"Man, I have to say that you beat your child too hard. Even he, a passerby, can't stand it!"

"That's right! Look at how hard you've slapped in the kid's face."

After some fuss, Byron was taken away by the police officer who came.

The officer quickly recognized who he was.

In extreme shock, he asked, "Mr. Crawford, you have to replace someone to bail you out for this. Do you... have a mobile phone?" Byron was soaked at the time.

There was not even one place on him where a phone could be placed.

Byron shook his head.

The police officer immediately said, "It's okay. Could you provide me with your wife's number? I'll contact her for you!"