Chapter 222

Reincarnated as a Fisherman and a Dad Chapter 222

"Seriously, when will I ever get my freedom? This family is suffocating." Tonto leaned back in his seat as the car merged onto the highway.

He didn't want to work, all he wanted was to enjoy his life. He vividly recalled the time his father and grandfather had aggressively reprimanded him for secretly selling off construction equipment and materials back when he was doing an internship. Since then, he had no intention of working. 

"Sir, where should I take you?" the driver asked, glancing nervously in the rearview mirror. He was one of the estate drivers and was completely unfamiliar with Tonto's personal itinerary.

"Drive me to the Grand Resort Hotel," Tonto replied lazily.

"...But sir, that hotel is owned by our business rivals."

"I know, but our hotels don't have casinos," Tonto shot back. He had always been baffled as to why his family never opened a casino-hotel resort, it seemed like the most lucrative business model in existence.

'It's probably because of Grandpa. That old man has a ridiculous list of moral hang-ups, and gambling is at the top of the blacklist.'

The luxury car glided to a smooth halt directly in front of the grand hotel entrance.

"Don't wait around for me. You can head back, I'm staying here for a few days," Tonto instructed the driver. He remembered that his friends had recently rented out a suite and brought in a handful of high-end escorts for a week-long gangbang. 

"T—Tonto!"

Just as Tonto stepped out of the vehicle and headed toward the glass doors, a middle-aged man called out his name urgently.

Tonto paused, turning around with a deep frown because he didn't recognize the stranger. The middle-aged man was of average height, with thinning black hair and a pronounced beer belly. A passing hotel valet glanced briefly at the two of them before walking inside, assuming Tonto and the older man were simply father and son given their striking facial resemblance.

Emmanuel had spent months desperately trying to track down Tonto, but the young man was a ghost, constantly bouncing between various underground casinos and upscale bars where Emmanuel couldn't easily infiltrate.

Fortunately, he had caught wind that the Grand Resort Hotel was one of Tonto's favorite stays, so he decided to wait at the entrance and try his luck.

And now, Emmanuel was finally face-to-face with the chance to reveal a truth that would permanently shatter and rewrite the lives of several people.

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"...So who did this?"

Maya struggled to keep her temper in check, tapping her foot against the kitchen floor in mounting fury. She glared down at the twins, who kept their eyes glued to the floor, actively avoiding her gaze as they stood in terrified silence.

"I literally stepped away for a single second to feed the dogs... And now look at this disaster." She clenched her fists, visible veins throbbing against her temples.

The twins kept their heads bowed, holding their breath and doing their absolute best not to burst into tears. They knew they had crossed a massive line.

"Just look at what you've done," she muttered bitterly.

Arabella's nose was bright red as she nervously glanced at the devastation scattered across the kitchen floor. Shards of ceramic, plastic cups, and various mugs were broken everywhere. It was a massive mess that would take at least an hour to clear, especially with all the broken glass and pottery. Fortunately, most of the plates and cups were heavy-duty plastic, meaning they hadn't completely shattered.

Maya considered herself a woman of immense patience, having calmly tolerated countless toddler messes over the years... But certain boundaries required a strict lecture and a firm spanking. She couldn't let her children grow up reckless and destructive.

"Mama... Wuwuwu, sowwy."

Iñigo finally broke, fat tears spilling down his cheeks and hitting the floor. Maya cast a softening glance at her son before kneeling down so she was eye-level with his tear-streaked face.

"Iñigo, are you the one who caused this?"

"Hm... Wuwuwu." He sobbed miserably, owning up to the fault.

"...Be entirely honest with me."

"I was wong, sowwy Mama." Iñigo began crying even louder.

"Arabella," Maya called out sharply to her daughter, causing the little girl to flinch instinctively.

"Did Iñigo climb the kitchen counter and shove the dish drying rack down just to hunt for hidden snacks?"

"..." Arabella froze, completely tongue-tied.

"A bad kid who creates a disaster like this earns two spanks on the butt," Maya announced, looking thoroughly exhausted, her head throbbing with a fierce migraine. She had barely been gone a moment, yet the kitchen looked like a tornado had ripped through it.

Cleaning the mess was one headache, but replacing the broken ceramics would eat up both time and money. More importantly, she couldn't let her kids think that climbing dangerous counters and destroying household items had no consequences. They needed to learn that poor choices led to disciplinary action.

"!!!" Arabella went pale with horror, and even Iñigo looked on in sheer terror. Two spanks?!

Iñigo wailed even harder, feeling like his doom was certain.

"Alright, since Iñigo admitted his mistake honestly, he gets two swats."

"Mama!! Me! Me! Wuwuwu, I did it!" Arabella shrieked, throwing her arms around Maya's waist and trying desperately to shield Iñigo, knowing her brother was entirely innocent.

Only a few minutes prior, Arabella had dragged a chair over, climbed up onto the counter like a little monkey to look for treats. Iñigo had tried his best to pull her down and warn her to stop, but he had been too late.

The heavy dish rack had tipped over with a loud crash...

Terrified, Arabella had scrambled down and bolted.

"So you were the one behind this?" Maya turned her gaze back to her daughter, having already deduced the truth given Arabella's notorious obsession with climbing and eating.

"Hm! Mama, sowwy! No spanking!" Arabella cried, burying her face tightly against Maya's clothes. She finally understood the gravity of her actions and promised tearfully never to do it again... (Spoiler alert: she would end up smashing the bedroom television a few months later, but that was a tale for another day.)

Maya let out a long, weary sigh.

"Are you hurt? You didn't step on any of the sharp glass shards, did you?" Maya immediately shifted into motherly panic, thoroughly inspecting Arabella's legs and feet. Aside from a few faded scabs from her usual outdoor scrapes and tumbles, Arabella was entirely safe, no cuts or deep wounds.

Maya breathed a heavy sigh of relief. At least the little troublemaker hadn't physically harmed herself.

Still... the cleanup was going to be a nightmare.

"Iñigo, come here. Let me check you over too."

Iñigo sniffled and hiccupped as Maya checked him for injuries. Fortunately, both kids were completely unhurt.

Maya gently wiped Iñigo's tears away. Deep down, she was secretly proud that her little boy had tried to intervene and protect his sister, he was the older twin, after all. At the same time, she worried that Iñigo would turn into a lifelong enabler, constantly cleaning up after Arabella's reckless stunts if she didn't put a stop to it now.

As their mother, she knew her children inside and out, they were an absolute handful. She wanted the absolute best for them, which meant teaching them accountability the hard way.

"Alright, let's head into the living room... Since Arabella finally confessed, she only has to take one spank on the butt."

"Waahhh—!" Arabella bawled, but she bravely accepted her sentence, knowing she deserved it for destroying the kitchen.

Maya firmly banned the children from entering the kitchen area while she cleaned. She swept the floor three separate times and even vacuumed twice to ensure not a single glass shard remained to endanger her family.

[Thank you for reading this novel.]