After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 1125 Sizzling Slapping Sounds In the bathroom, Alistair pouted with a sense of injustice, his bright blue eyes shining through the mist as he stubbornly refused to give up.

"Daddy, she is my Mommy, so of course she can take a bath with me! She loves me!" He stood on the toilet seat, hands on hips, humming to assert his dominance.

Anthony was filling the bathtub with water when his expression suddenly darkened. "She's my wife first, and then your mother," he said.

"Humph! But she doesn't want to be your wife. You can't even coax a girl properly. It serves you right for soon being without a wife!" Although Alistair was young, he knew everything.

"She may not be your wife, but she will always be my mother." Having hands on his hips, Alistair twisted his small butt proudly, "So, I'm better than you! She can bathe with me, not you~" Outside the door, Mavis chuckled at the father and son's argument.

Alistair was so adorable.

However, someone in the bathroom was not very happy.

Anthony furrowed his brow and turned on the showerhead, his breath heavy as he walked towards Alistair.

Alistair instantly sensed the danger and his face changed in an instant. He wanted to escape outside the door.

But how could his short little legs possibly escape from Anthony's clutches? Then there was yelling in the bathroom.

"Ah ah ah ah! Ah woo! Mommy, save me!" The sound of the showerhead, mixed with the crisp crackling noise, made Mavis outside the door feel nervous.

She quickly twisted the door handle to get into the bathroom.

But the door was locked by Anthony.

There was no other choice but to knock on the door. "Anthony, please speak calmly and reasonably. Don't resort to violence." "Mommy! Mommy, waaah!" "Daddy, you're done for! Mommy will definitely helpget revenge! Ah!" Only the arrogant cries of a little kid could be heard from the bathroom, as if someone was ignoring it.

Mavis was angry and had no way to open the locked door. She could only go back to her bedroom and wait for the father and son to cout before figuring out what to do next.

At night, the apartment was quiet.

There was only a dim bedside lamp on in the bedroom.

Alistair was exhausted from taking a shower and had already fallen asleep lying down.

Mavis carefully removed his shorts and checked for injuries.

"It's all turned red." Mavis felt extremely distressed and gently helped the little one fall asleep. She then cast a accusing glance towards Anthony, who was on the other side of the bed.

Mavis reached over the little one and squeezed the soft flesh around Anthony's waist.

"Hiss..." Anthony winced in pain, gripping her fingertips and lowered his voice to ask, "What's wrong?" "What are you saying I'm doing? Do you have to be a father like this?" Anthony sighed, "Boys are usually mischievous when they are young, and relying solely on gentle education won't work." "Well, you should have srestraint when disciplining him. Look at Alistair's injury, he's only five years old. You shouldn't handle your son like that." Anthony sighed again, feeling somewhat helpless. "I didn't even hit him hard. | just wanted to scare him. This red mark will disappear in a few hours." He frowned and pressed his waist, "You pinched quite hard just now. I'll probably have a bruise tomorrow." Mavis's anger dissipated a bit and she changed the subject, "It's the weekend tomorrow. Why did you bring Alistair here? Do | need to give him a ride back to Callahan Residence for his tutoring class tomorrow morning?" "No need, | cancelled his tutoring session for tomorrow. He has been wanting to go to the amusement park for a while now, so tomorrow he can have a day off and I'll spend the day with him." "So... should | go?" Anthony looked at her, lips slightly hooked, "With his temperament, you think you can get away?" There was no escape from this situation.

And she didn't want to escape either. She wanted to accompany her son to the amusement park and play together, which was also her wish.

Just that there was official business tomorrow, and an important project research meeting. They had to hold a video conference tomorrow afternoon.

Thinking about business, she spoke truthfully, "I would love to accompany Alistair, but... | have something to do tomorrow." Anthony raised his eyebrows and said, "Why not just hand it over to Moore? He's in Bostrain and can attend meetings remotely without the tdifference hassle. It would be more efficient." It made a lot of sense.

Mavis wasted no tand immediately picked up the phone from the bedside table to send a text message to Moore.

At this point in time, it was deep sleep tover in Bostrain, and she didn't expect Moore to reply immediately. She turned off her phone, rolled over and hugged the soft little one, but spoke to Anthony instead, "Go to sleep." “Urn.

Anthony casually responded with a sound, then put down his phone and turned off the bedside table lamp.

There wasn't much communication between the two, but they understood each other without words and it felt natural, as if they had been an old married couple for many years.

The next morning, Mavis got up and checked her phone right away.

However, the message was sent last night and Moore had not replied to her as of this morning.

In the past, Moore always responded to her messages within seconds, but this tshe still hadn't received a reply from him.

Mavis had a bad feeling and was about to message Moore's sister to ask about his situation when Alistair suddenly ran into the bedroom with his sweet little head nestled in her lap.

"Mommy, Daddy made breakfast! Con, con! We can eat and then go play!" Alistair exclaimed excitedly.

"Okay," Mavis replied as she let the little one pull her towards the dining room.

Knowing that he could go out and play with his parents today, Alistair was in an extremely high mood. Anthony noticed that Mavis seemed distracted as he handed her a plate of scrambled eggs and toast.

"What are you thinking about?" Anthony asked.

Mavis spoke frankly, "Moore hasn't replied to my message. He never does this before, so I'm worried that something might have happened to him." Anthony's eyes darkened slightly. "He's an adult male who is self-sufficient. You don't need to worry unnecessarily. Maybe he went back to Boston and needs tfor jet lag or is still sleeping." "It's possible." Although he said so, just in case something did happen, during breakfast Mavis sent a text message to Moore's sister asking if she could take a look at his place around noon. If he really was just sleeping because of jet lag, there wouldn't be any problems.

Anthony silently watched how much concern she had for Moore while eating breakfast without saying anything. This rare family trip was spent with Anthony and Mavis each carrying their own worries while only Alistair bounced around happily throughout it all.

Throughout the morning at the amusement park, Mavis would occasionally check her phone for any replies from Moore.

The lack of accurate information not only affected the important meeting in the afternoon but also left them unsure whether or not Moore was safe.

Anthony had been observing her expression throughout it all, his dark phoenix eyes filled with gloom, but he kept quiet. Alistair remained oblivious as he played joyfully at every attraction they visited.

The day-long amusement park journey ended successfully. Alistair danced happily, and it marked one of those rare times where his parents played together.

Back inside the car to the Callahan Residence, the three sat together in silence on their way home. Mavis continued checking her phone, but there were no notifications whatsoever.

She even messaged Moore's sister who promised earlier that day to check up on him, but still no response. Anthony observed quietly without saying anything.

Perhaps tired from playing, Alistair fell asleep in the car and didn't even know when they arrived at the old house. Anthony carefully picked up the little one and got out of the car. Suddenly, he turned back to Mavis and asked, "Do you want to go inside for a bit?"