Harold didn't react after he heard what Charles said to him. I quickly bit my lower lip to prevent myself from laughing at him but Harold glared at me when he heard my small laugh at him. He cleared his throat, as his forehead creased in so much annoyance.
“Charles,” He called his name as if he was warning him to stop humiliating him.
Charles was like an adult who was in the child's body. He was too mature for his age, and I'm too worried that he might not have enjoyed his childhood because he loved spending his time with his books rather than with his playmate. But, even though he was gifted, he unconsciously acted at his age.
“Daddy, why are you mad at me? I don't understand you. Mommy said to me that God won't like it if I lied so I told you the truth.” Charles defended himself whic
