Classic Novel
Chapter 13 A Proud Mother
Chapter 13 A Proud Mother
Chapter 13 A Proud Mother
Tyrone and Shayla had been independent since they were small, so Bethany was not worried when
Damion went to the bathroom alone.
After Damion saw Bethany and Shayla enter a children's clothes shop, he ran out of the shopping mall
and entered the bank across from the street. It had been two days since he left home. If his daddy
hadn't found him, he would look for him everywhere and stir the city. Now that it was quiet, it meant his
daddy mistook Tyrone for him.
Damion thought it was great.
He withdrew some money from the bank account Raymond opened for him and then went back to the
clothes shop to buy the dress that Bethany thought was too expensive. He also bought the expensive
pajamas that Shayla liked.
"Tyrone, what took you so long? Didn't you just go to the bathroom?" Bethany and Shayla had waited
for him for a long time.
"I didn't go to the bathroom." Damion took out the clothes that he had been hiding behind his back.
"Beth, Shayla, these clothes are for you."
When Bethany saw the clothes, she was dumbfounded. Shayla was also shocked and asked quickly,
"Did you buy them for us?"
"Yes."
"Where did you get the money? I saw the price tag of the dress. It's expensive."
Bethany said, "That's right. Tyrone, you have to explain it." Tyrone was only five years old. How could
he afford such expensive clothes?
Damion pursed his lips and said, "Beth, I have hidden something from you. I signed up for a global
math contest for children and won the championship, so I got a huge sum of prize money."
Damion didn't lie. He did participate in the global math contest for children and won first place. He
indeed got a big sum of prize money.
Bethany exchanged a glance with Shayla. They were shocked again.
Bethany said, "When did it happen? Why didn't I know about that?"
Shayla said in disbelief, "Yeah, when did that happen? We're always together. Why didn't I know you
signed up for the math contest?"
Damion didn't know if they would believe him, but he had to try his best.
"I'll search for the contest on the Internet and show you when we get home."
After they got home, Damion accessed the website of the global math contest for children. As he was
the champion, his photo was posted there.
Damion deliberately enlarged his photo and hid his name.
"Take a look."
Bethany and Shayla rubbed their eyes and looked at the web page carefully. After Bethany confirmed
that Damion was telling the truth, she got excited and proud.
"Why did you hide such good news from us?" Bethany felt proud of her son. "The champion of global Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.
math contest for children? My Tyrone is awesome. I didn't know that."
Bethany was beside herself with joy. She rubbed Damion's face and kissed his cheeks.
"That's right. Tyrone, you're great! You're my idol!" Shayla smiled broadly. "But you shouldn't have kept
us in the dark."
Their praises embarrassed Damion. He had been interested in math since he was small, and his
teachers said he was a genius in math.
Therefore, he was quite composed when he got the prize. Since he signed up for the contest, he had
known he would be the champion. However, he wished his parents could give him a warm reaction,
but...
Raymond was delighted, but he had seen it coming, so he was indifferent. "I knew my son would be the
champion. I can give you a gift."
As for Aria, she was not happy at all, let alone felt proud of him.
"How much was the prize money?" Shayla was most interested in money. "Tell me. I'm ready to be
shocked."
"It's a lot..."
"Shayla, since Tyrone got the money from the contest, don't press him. Let him keep the money to
himself." Bethany was very happy.
"Okay." Shayla wouldn't miss any chance to swindle Tyrone out of money. "My brother has become a
rich man. You can't forget about me. Why don't you buy me snacks for a month with your money?"
"My money is yours. I'll buy you anything you want." Damion liked Shayla a lot.
"Really?" Shayla was surprised. She quickly jumped up and hugged Damion. "Tyrone, I love you. I can
do anything for you."
Damion couldn't help smiling. It was strange. He had been with Bethany and Shayla for two days, but
he was not emotional and didn't feel sick.
Could it be that he got sick because he repelled Aria?
The sun went down, and darkness fell. Aria couldn't help feeling frightened.
She shouted, "Damion!"
Tyrone was not sensitive to the name and ignored Aria, continuing to play with Lego blocks. He was
amazed by the Lego blocks here, which were more advanced than those at home.
"Damion, I'm calling you. Don't you hear me?" When Aria received no response after shouting, she
dashed into the room angrily.
Tyrone looked up and saw her sulky face. Would a mother wear such an expression when facing her
child?
No wonder Damion ran away from home.
Tyrone asked grumpily, "What do you want?"
"Take the medicines." Aria tossed the medicines at Tyrone directly. Damion's second personality
usually appeared at night. When he got sick, he was rude to Aria if she was around. Aria was afraid
that Damion would attack her, so she basically stayed out of his way at night.
Take the medicines?
Tyrone was taken aback. Was Damion sick?
"What medicines?" Tyrone didn't know what illness Damion suffered, but he knew he himself was a
healthy boy. "I won't take them."
"Damion, you have to take the medicines. If you don't take them, I'll..."
"What will you do?" Tyrone looked at Aria defiantly and asked, "Do you want to hit me?"
"You're my son. If you are not obedient, I can hit you. Come over and take the medicines."
Tyrone drew the conclusion that Aria was Damion's stepmother. A mother wouldn't treat her sick son
like this. How could she force him to take medicines?
"I told you. I won't take them."
Tyrone's defiance angered Aria, who grabbed his collar and forced open his mouth to feed him the
medicine. Thankfully, Tyrone reacted quickly and pushed her away, tossing all the pills at her face.
Aria flew into a rage. At this moment, they heard Raymond entering the house. Aria quickly shed tears,
but Tyrone reacted faster than her...