Ethan puffed out his chest and lifted his chin defiantly, a cold sneer on his lips. “Open your eyes and take a good look! Your Mr. Austin looks exactly like me—how could I be lying?”
The receptionist let out a derisive laugh. “Just because you say so, I’m supposed to believe you? Don’t cause trouble here, kid.”
These kids were getting more outrageous by the minute. She couldn’t help but suspect they were suffering from some wild delusion—maybe sent here by some woman hoping to snag a wealthy husband, using her kids to stir up drama.
Besides, she was just a junior receptionist. She’d never seen Mr. Austin in person—how would she know what he looked like?
Aiden furrowed his brow, trying to remain calm. “We’re not lying. If you don’t believe us, you can go and ask Mr. Austin yourself.”
The receptionist waved him off impatiently. “Just go, stop wasting my time. If you don’t leave, I’ll call security.”
Startled, Aiden ducked behind Noah, whispering, “Noah, why won’t she believe us?”
Noah scowled, blunt as ever. “Because she’s blind—and dumb.”
Ethan planted his hands on his hips, glaring furiously at the receptionist. “You’re being totally unreasonable! When we see Mr. Austin, we’ll have him fire you!”
That only made the receptionist angrier. “Ha! You want to see Mr. Austin? Keep dreaming! Security, get these troublemakers out of here!”
Moments later, a group of burly security guards strode over, their presence intimidating as they moved to eject the four kids.
Ethan clenched his jaw, refusing to back down. “We really are Dylan’s kids—he’s our dad! Don’t touch us!”
But the guards didn’t care. They shoved the children aside without a second thought.
“Who do you think you are, throwing Mr. Austin’s name around? You little brats, barely out of diapers, acting like you own the place!”
With that, the guards grabbed them by their collars, hauling them outside as if they were nothing more than stray kittens.
Ethan writhed with all his might, desperate to break free. “Just wait! When our dad gets here, you’ll all be sorry!”
The guards were unmoved, ushering them away with menacing scowls. “Get out of here and don’t come back, or you’ll regret it!”
Once the kids were driven past the front gates, the guards turned back into the building, locking the doors behind them to keep any further chaos at bay.
With fists balled at his sides, Ethan fumed. His cheeks were bright red, and he yelled after them, “You jerks! You’re going to regret this—I swear!”
Fury danced in his eyes, his small fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white, ready to storm back for another round.
Evan huffed, grumbling under his breath. “I knew that stepdad of ours was no good. Not only does he act like he’s not married, he pretends he doesn’t even know us. Who needs a dad like that?”
Aiden’s lower lip trembled, his eyes shining with unshed tears. Disappointment and hurt were written all over his little face.
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