Chapter 1727

“Okay!” Niles was immediately on his knees with a plop. As long as it made his grandpa happy, he

would do anything, including kowtowing to him as soon as he was ordered.

“Baldwin, bring me the domestic discipline tools!”

“Huh?” Niles was shocked to hear that. This wasn’t what he had expected to happen. He was here for

his own grandfather!

Baldwin gave his son a look before he turned around to get the things that had been ordered, as if he

were saying to him, “Good Luck, Son!”

Niles started sweating with fright at this moment.

“Grandpa! What did I do wrong?”

Keith glared at him fiercely.

“You don’t know? Such an imbecile!”

Niles thought about it and got a clue.

“Wait. Grandpa, tomorrow… No!

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Today only, I’ll register the house in your name. Please don’t be mad at me,” he pleaded. ‘Come on!

Has Grandpa found out so quickly?” he thought.

Keith snorted and ignored his pitiful plea. By that time Baldwin was back in the study with a surprisingly

thick leather whip, a ruler, and a stick.

“Pick one!” Keith ordered.

Niles looked at the whip. The sight of it made him tremble.

“Grandpa, a single strike from that whip will kill me!” He shifted his eyes to the stick.

He then continued, “Grandpa, the discipline stick used to be called an inhuman tool. It’s barbaric. We

live in a civilized society now. We should adopt civilized methods to discipline the children. Shouldn’t

we?” The discipline stick and ruler had never been too far away from

Niles’ childhood. He knew clearly how much they hurt. And they were bad!

“Shut up! What a Load of crap! I am disciplining my grandson. What do I need civilization for? Now

then. You don’t think the first two are good choices? No matter, it will be the ruler then. Baldwin, hit him

so he won’t lie to me again.”

Niles covered his head with both his hands and pleaded, “Grandpa

You’re my biological grandfather! Do you really have the heart to beat me? It’s only a house. I’ll give it

back to you. I didn’t do anything else wrong. So can you please forgive me this time?”

“Mmm, what you say does make sense. All right, Baldwin! A hundred times on the palms and another

hundred on the butt, and skip the mouth,”

Keith ordered.

Niles did the math in his head. ‘Two hundred?’ The realization almost gave him a heart attack.

“Grandpa! Please! My hands are important to me. They are supposed to hold scalpels.”

“Then, don’t hold a scalpel. We can afford to feed a cripple.” Keith wouldn’t change his mind. He sat in

a chair.