Tough times

The more Tim tried to rationalize it, the more his thought sank deeply into it, and the more he feels how unfair his mother had been treated, and was left to suffer outside.

How could that b*tch take another woman's husband? And still, be comfortable and feel happy?

Suddenly realizing this hidden fact, which meant that his mother was right all along, the hatred for his father's wife and their children grew increasingly.

He felt disgusted as he muse about, how the f*cking b*tch couldn't stop going on and on about, love and her children.

Tim had this cold smirk on his face in contrast to the childish and naive expression, he had displayed earlier.

"Christy.." He muttered with a chilly deep hatred, impressed in his voice that could frighten a child, as though Christy was the one who had killed his family.