“William, you don’t need to feel guilty. You have to be strict, or you’ll spoil the child!”
“Auntie, Bertrand did something wrong. He needs to be punished.”
Celine’s face looked worried. “Otherwise, if he keeps doing this, what will happen in the future?”
“Right, he absolutely must be punished!”
My mom thought hard, gritting her teeth. “But how should we punish him?”
Celine said lightly, “Punish him the same way he harmed Uncle William. Otherwise, he won’t realize his mistake.”
So they wanted to pee in my glass? But I never did like that.
William suddenly said, “Celine, do you want someone to pee on Bertrand? That’s absolutely not allowed!”
Before Celine could say anything, my mom waved her hand dismissively and beckoned to nearby security guards.
“You eight, teach Bertrand a lesson.”
Her tone was as indifferent as if she were disciplining a dog that had rummaged through trash. Then I saw those eight guards approaching the rooftop’s edge, their faces filled with malicious smiles as they looked at me. What was about to happen would surely be a nightmare.