Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 1455

The entire way home, Theodore didn't say a word to Jake. The father and son remained unusually silent until they arrived back at the house.

"Jake, how many times have you caused trouble at school now?"

Theodore's voice was extremely cold as he sat on the couch. His gaze was similarly icy.

"He insulted me first," Jake muttered, head lowered.

"And what about the previous times? How about when you were the one bullying others?" Theodore interrogated him.

He knew his son was no saint. It wasn't always others picking on Jake first—there were times when he was the instigator.

If someone else bullied Jake first, Theodore would protect his son without hesitation. But if Jake was the one provoking others, that was an entirely different matter.

Most of the time, Theodore sent his assistant to handle such issues. But as these incidents piled up, growing more frequent and severe, he realized that if he didn't step in personally, he had no idea what kind of person his son might grow into.

"But this time, he started it," Jake stubbornly insisted.

"I'm not talking about this time. I'm talking about the previous incidents—when you put a fake snake in someone's bag, or when you threw someone's textbook into the drain. They didn't do anything to provoke you."

Every time something like this happened, Theodore would discipline Jake, but the boy never seemed to learn.

"They did provoke me! They insulted me!" Jake insisted still.

"What did they say?"

"They just insulted me!" Jake fumed. "I hate them!"

He then turned and ran away.

Theodore grabbed Jake back forcefully.

"Jake, I've told you before—you are not to bully others. Did you think I was just talking for the sake of it? If you dare to do this again, then next time, when someone comes looking for you to beat you up and insult you, don't come crying to me for help. I'll hand you over to them to teach you a lesson."

"Fine! I don't need your help! I don't care!" Jake violently shook off Theodore's grip and ran off.

"Jake." Theodore stood up, intending to go after him, but the boy had already thrown himself into the butler's arms.

The butler picked him up and gently wiped his tears.

Theodore sighed and turned to go upstairs, each step feeling unbearably heavy.

He had thought he would be a good father. Even Rosalie had once believed so, but the truth proved otherwise.

Seeing his son turn out this way, Theodore knew he bore much of the responsibility. But what else could he do?

He had scolded Jake, disciplined him, even resorted to punishing him with a slap on the hand or a spanking.

Perhaps they were simply at odds with each other as father and son.

'Rosalie, if only you were here. I wonder how you are now.'