Chapter 204
Around a comer, a black Rolls–Royce pulled to a sudden stop.
Just now, Lysander had heard the explosion, and he instantly knew something was off.
He killed the engine, got out of the car, and saw a thick, silver pin sticking out of his front tire, puncturing it.
His tire was noticeably deflated.
From the look of that pin, it must be an inflation needle.
Probably some kid playing with a pump, and the needle dropped on the road, puncturing his tire.
What a little hellion!
Lysander’s gaze was icy, he coldly looked towards the playground on the side of the road.
Seeing Lysander’s eyes sweep over him, Atticus quickly reached out and pushed Dorian’s head down.
He quickly turned his back to Lysander, using a basketball to cover Dorian’s head and spinning the ball, pretending to be playing with Dorian.
Dorian was confused, he was suddenly pushed down, and his head was used as a backboard for his brother’s ball play.
He said helplessly, “Atticus, what’s up?”
“Shush.” Atticus quickly made a gesture for silence and said to Dorian seriously, “If I’m not mistaken, our needle punctured someone’s tire. You’re holding it, if someone sees, you’re going to get in trouble.”
Dorian was taken aback. He immediately shut up.
His needle that was accidentally dropped on the road punctured someone’s tire?
Um, he didn’t do it on purpose.
The pump in his hand was still exposed. Although it was blocked by Atticus, what if someone still saw it?
Dorian quietly hid the pump in his arms, carefully concealed it to avoid being discovered by others.
In this way, it wouldn’t be seen.
Seeing Dorian quiet down, Atticus continued whispering, “I think the man who got out of the car just now was Lysander.”
“What, Lysander?” Dorian asked in surprise. His voice unconsciously raised a bit. Realizing he might be overheard, he hurriedly lowered his voice and whispered, “The Lysander we suspect is our dad?”
“Uh–huh, him.” Atticus whispered back.
“Mom came home crying this morning, didn’t she? I suspect he upset her.” Atticus analyzed.
Even though he was young, he was very bright.
Although mom didn’t say who it was, he could guess from what she said that it must be him.
Did Lysander, mom’s boss, say that mom wasn’t good enough for him?
Dorian also thought of mom’s pitiful look this morning.
With a basketball on his head and lying on the ground, his little brows furrowed into a knot. He whispered, sounding indignant, “He actually upset mom, serves him right for getting his tire punctured, hmph!”
Lysander’s deep gaze swept over the playground through the fence.
There were many kids playing inside, mostly little girls in the toy area playing on slides.
In the basketball area, a group of little boys were clumsily playing basketball.
Nothing special caught his eye, but two boys playing basketball in a unique way caught his eye.
One boy was lying motionless on the ground, and the other boy had a basketball on the back of his head, turning the ball with both
hands.
Lysander glanced at them, then turned his gaze away. He called David to tow the car and pick him up.
At this time, a silver Porsche pulled up, and Leopold got out.
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“Lysander, car trouble?” Leopold asked as he approached.
Lysander glanced at him and said to David, “Just tow the car and no need to pick me up.”
After hanging up, he got into the Porsche.