Eric and Charles sat down on the sofa in a hurry.
It was not that they were restrained by coming to a strange place, but because it was so messy.
No, talking about chaos is an insult. It can be accurately described as a garbage dump.
The two little ones didnt expect their real father to live in a place like this, which is very different from where they live now.
Luckily, their current dad is Mike.
Coincidentally, this thought flashed through their minds.
The man, uh, it was George Baker, who was now sitting in front of the two in a pair of shorts.
His eyes were slightly upturned, he was tall and handsome, and his breath is like a sugarcane man.
At this moment, he surveyed Eric and Charles as if he were looking at two pieces of goods, and after sweeping his eyes up and down twice, he gave a smile.
You say, you are my sons?
Looking at the two people with slightly similar faces to his own, George Baker asked a question.
In fact, he already had the answer in his heart, after all, he had nothing, nothing worth lying about at all.
Eric was a little uncomfortable by the others gaze and cocked his head.
Charles wanted to nod, but finally said, Olivia is our mother.
He acknowledged his mother, but not the other man as his father.
George Baker frowned, then showed a dawning look, That b*tch shes doing well by the looks of things.
Shes dead.
Eric said faintly.
George Baker was slightly stunned, then covered his face and said in pain: She was a good woman, I lost her then, I was so oooh!
Looking at the other partys expression, Eric pursed his lips and looked at Charles.
Charles face was calm and he shook his head at it.
His powers told him that this man was faking, and that made him incredibly angry inside.
He began to use his ability to invade the other mans head, when to his surprise, the other mans mind power, surprisingly, was much stronger than ordinary people.
With his current ability, it would take some time to find the memories silently.
George saw the two did not respond, hands touched the dry eyes, said to the two people: Look at you guys, should be here to find my life! Dont worry, I will take good care of you.
With that, he turned his head toward the bedroom and shouted, Ruth! Get my kids something to eat!
Get your own fucking food, thats your son!
The woman cursed impatiently.
A violent look flashed in George Bakers eyes, but disappeared as he turned his head.
Ill go get you guys something to eat, wait for me!
Squeezing out a loving expression to the two, he walked into the bedroom, looked at the woman lying on the bed smoking, and said, Slut, forget what I just said to you?
Bah! The woman spat out her cigarette and said with contempt, You are really something, to even want to sell your own child.
Since they are my sons, its my freedom to deal with them how I want! George Baker sneered and said: Now you have love? When your drug addiction is over, as long as you have money, you hate all the men to come and fuck you!
The womans hand holding the cigarette trembled gently.
Huh! He blew out a puff of smoke, and said contemptuously: So what? I feed myself! How about you? You are not relying on me to sell and feed you this monster, damn!
Haha! George Baker hooted and laughed, saying, Cut the crap, want to get together, well have money then.
Money The womans eyes flashed, she pressed the cigarette in her hand into the ashtray, got up from the bed and said, We all deserve hell! Were going to hell! George!
George Baker hugged the woman and kissed her fiercely, saying with carelessness, Baby, its hell without money!
A few moments later, after the woman found a random coat that she could still wear and wrapped her body in it, and George found some food and brought it to Charles and Eric.
Eric looked at the food with disgust, especially when he saw that the drink was actually beer, he was speechless.
Dont be polite, eat!
George Baker pushed the food toward the two, and the woman stood behind it and squeezed out a smile.
Were not hungry yet!