Chapter 8: You're Not Worthy of Being Their Father!

"Don't bully my sister!"

A boy stepped forward, protecting his sister. As he watched the hand approaching, he trembled but stood his ground.

However, the slap never landed.

The woman's hand was tightly grasped by a powerful hand.

"Bullying two kids, don't you feel ashamed?" Quentin suppressed his anger, asking coldly.

"Who are you? How dare you meddle in our business," the middle-aged woman said arrogantly. "Get lost, or you'll regret it."

"How much? I'll compensate," Quentin said nonchalantly. "Take the money and leave."

"You? 200 thousand. Can you afford that?" the middle-aged couple sneered.

"You filthy pauper!"

"Get lost!"

"Is it an extortion?"

"Even if it is, if you don't pay, I'll break these two brats' legs!" the middle-aged woman shamelessly threatened.

"Sir, don't, don't give them any money…"

"It's not our fault. We were just picking up bottles on the roadside, and they ran into us themselves..."

"They even made my brother's hand bleed... and then they grabbed us, saying it was our fault…"

Quentin glanced at the boy's hand and indeed, it was grazed and bleeding profusely. A surge of anger overwhelmed him.

The boy stubbornly bit his lip, seemingly unaffected by the pain.

A sharp pain pierced Quentin's heart. These were his children!

His gaze locked onto the couple.

The terrifying aura made them shiver in unison.

"Is that what happened?"

"Indeed! We were trying to extort them, so what? Mind your own business, you know nothing about us..."

As she spoke, Quentin grabbed her by the throat and slammed her onto the car hood.

"Ah!" The middle-aged woman's head throbbed, blood gushing out, emitting a desperate scream.

The middle-aged man erupted, "You dare touch my wife? I'll kill you!"

He threw a punch.

Quentin's eyes flared with rage. He raised his hand, gripped the man's arm, and with a sudden twist, broke it!

The middle-aged man writhed in agony, collapsing to the ground. "It hurt—"

A murderous glint flickered in Quentin's eyes, suffocating the couple as if they were seized by a demon.

"Sir, the kids are here," Eileen quickly reminded.

Quentin's heart trembled.

He couldn't let the kids witness this bloody scene!

"I'll spare your lives. Leave." He released his grip.

They quickly fled, their courage shattered.

Because they could sense that the man in front of them would really kill them!

"Sir," Janessa wiped her tears and revealed a radiant smile. "Thank you!"

Quentin's eyes softened as he crouched down and wiped the dirt off their faces, saying, "Kids, why were you picking up bottles outside? Isn't your mom at home?"

Theo warily glanced at him, tightly protecting his sister.

"Don't touch my sister. Mom said to be wary of bad people outside."

Quentin was stunned, a bitter smile played on his lips. He owed them so much over the years that even if he, their biological father, stood in front of them, they wouldn't recognize him...

"Brother, he isn't a bad person!" Janessa immediately argued.

"Mom said bad people outside are very cunning, and we mustn't trust strangers easily."

"But I feel like he is warm like daddy... Sir, do you know my dad? One night, I woke up and saw Mom secretly taking out Dad's photo, crying all by herself..."

Quentin's heart felt like it was being stabbed by a knife. "Alright, alright, from now on, I will be Theo and Janessa's dad."

"Nonsense!" Theo said angrily, "Dad should not be replaced so casually. Janessa, our dad is a great hero! We can't just find anyone as our dad!"

"But, he makes me feel warm like dad..."

"I, I need some time to think," Theo flushed red.

He also wanted a father. Then his sister and he wouldn't be ridiculed as kids without dads.

As he listened to their conversation, Quentin's eyes turned red with deep anguish.

"Theo! Janessa! Where are you?"

At that moment, an urgent voice echoed from the alley.

Quentin turned to see a familiar figure appearing before him.

Their eyes met.

The air seemed to freeze.

"Charlotte—" He called out gently.

Charlotte paused, then came to him, her face full of anger, frustration, and eventually, tears burst out. "Go away, why are you here now? Go away immediately!"

"I—" Quentin wanted to explain but couldn't find the words. Eventually, he spoke with guilt, "I'm sorry! I owe you so much. I come back to make up for all the debts to you and your children!" His voice was resolute. "Trust me!"

"Not necessary!" Charlotte coldly refused. "Janessa, Theo, let's go home—"