Chapter 1783 The Prank


    Meanwhile, Adrian rushed back, holding a stack of tissues, which he then handed to Jonathan with a look of distaste.


    "Come on, finish up quickly, and we can go get some ice cream.”


    "Mmm..." It seemed as if Jonathan was making an effort to poop, then he said, "Alright."


    He reached out to ept it.


    Suddenly, Adrian felt as if his hand had brushed against something.


    He then heard Jonathan''s sobbing voice, saying, "Oh no, Uncle Adrian, I''m so


    sorry. I identally got poop on your hand."


    Though Adrian was not a clean freak, he had nevere into contact with shit his entire life.


    He immediately leapt up, flinging aside what he had in his hand.


    "Ah!" His screams echoed one after another.


    While Jonathan managed to hold in hisughter, Elliot covered his own mouth.


    Feigning an apologetic voice, Jonathan sobbed, "Uncle Adrian, you''re not mad at me, are you? I''m sorry, I really didn''t mean it."


    Adrian was on the verge of tears, yet he couldn''t lose his temper in front of the two children.


    "Sigh, be more careful next time, alright? Just clean up quickly!"


    Adrian raised his hand, heading back to the car upon recalling that there might be some water inside.


    However, he searched for a long time but couldn''t find any, so he had no choice but to return empty-handed.


    "Jon, Eli, wait here for me. I need to wash my hands."


    "Alright."


    The two children appeared to be particrly obedient.


    "Uncle Adrian,e back soon. We''re waiting for you to go get ice cream."


    "Mm-hmm." Adrian departed with a gloomy expression on his face.


    The moment they saw him leave, the two children could no longer contain theirughter.


    "Jon, that was so satisfying!" eximed Elliot.


    Jonathan emerged from the bushes. "This is merely a minor lesson. Compared to how he bullied Mom, it''s not even worth mentioning."


    He clenched his fist. "We can''t just let him get away with this."


    Elliot kept on nodding. "Of course. So, what should we do now?"


    After some thought, Jonathan nced at the car parked not too far away where Adrian''s jacket was left.


    He walked over, reached into its


    and sure enough, he foumet


    keys. "Let him suffer a bit


    more. There''s no rush," he


    said.


    "Alright."


    Meanwhile, Adrian had washed his hands. He gave them a tentative sniff and found that they stunk.


    The smell was so bad that he almost threw up.


    How can this kid still fail to clean himself at this age?


    He walked back, only to find that both children had vanished from the side of the road.


    "Oh no!"


    Adrian initially thought that the two children had run away. To his surprise, he heard their voicesing from inside his car.


    "Uncle Adrian, we''re in the car. Hurry up ande over," she called out.


    A glimmer of relief shed in Adrian''s eyes.


    Thankfully these two naive kids


    hadn''t run away. Before, my son kept saying how intelligent Jonathan was. But now, it seems that he''s no different from an ordinary child.


    Adrian, with a cheerful grin, walked toward the vehicle. "Alright, I''ming over now," he said.


    However, he hadn''t taken more than


    a few


    chines when he suddenly save


    the unexpectedly roar to life, charging straight at him.


    Sitting in the driver''s seat, Jonathan feigned a look of confusion.


    "Uncle Adrian, why is the car moving?"


    "Uncle Adrian, does your car have autonomous driving?"


    Adrian''s face had turned pale.


    What autonomous driving? My car doesn''t have that feature!


    "Jon, s-step on the brakes now!"


    "Brakes? Where are they?" Jonathan asked.


    "Right under your feet!" Adrian eximed as he dodged backward.


    Jonathan lowered her gaze, focusing on the elerator, and pressed down hard on it.