Spoiled by Mr. Russell novel Chapter 1677

Someone had called Austin a human trafficker for the first time in his life. He was nonplussed and caught himself after two seconds before reaching an arm through the grille to point at Galen.

“Hey, you little brat! Who are you calling a human trafficker? Have you seen such a good-looking one? How could you accuse me of such things?!”

“Who are you calling little brat, Little Brat?” Having given no response, Dominic suddenly leaped out of nowhere and shouted at Austin.

Austin lost his nerve when he saw his granduncle. “U-Uncle Dom, it wasn’t me…”

“Who else but you? I heard it! I’m doing you a favor by letting you stay here, you know? How dare you scold my grandson?” Dominic stood akimbo and argued loudly with him.

Austin was at a loss for a moment.

He tried vainly to stop himself from retorting, “Uncle Dom, I’m your grandnephew. That little brat—" He noticed Dominic’s glare and quickly amended, “That little thing did it on purpose. Besides, he is not related to you…”

His voice grew softer as he faltered.

“Why do you care?” Dominic stomped his foot. “Who says he’s not related to me? He’s my grandson!” He lovingly carried Galen and put the boy on his shoulders as he continued, “I’m warning you. Stop messing with him! Just stay where you are and wait for your father to pick you up!”

He immediately walked away after scolding his grandnephew.

Austin saw them leaving and hurriedly said, “Uncle Dom! Please open the door. Why are you locking me up? I want to leave and report something to the police!”

“Report what to the police?” Dominic halted and backpedaled to look up at Austin.

Austin thought at first that it was because of the angle. He shifted into a different position but could not pull his arm out still. He twisted his arm as he pulled it out but to no avail.

After several attempts, his arm started to hurt as his skin got scraped. Worse, his arm became swollen with blood after his struggle, and it was harder to pull it out.

“Uncle Dom! My arm is stuck!” He screamed as he attempted to pull it out. No one responded, and he was shocked to discover he was going through another attack.

‘It’s the sickness again!’

It was just as when he was imprisoned. His body rapidly bloated like a balloon, and he felt like his skin was splitting apart with his veins bulging. He felt like something was pulling his whole body apart as his muscles ached.

The feeling of getting torn apart alive was so painful that he gritted his teeth, bit his lower lip, and screamed.