Chapter 251
Henry looked lean, just like a delicate beauty.
But at that moment, he exerted immense force, almost sufficient to crush the man’s wrist.
Xavier was unprepared and felt a sharp pain come on his wrist. He looked at Henry with a frown and saw strong killing intent in his eyes. For a mere potted plant, his face was filled with vicious rage. Xavier shook off his hand, and he was perplexed. “It’s just a cactus. Is that necessary?” He spoke loudly, and his face was still smiling. It was just that the smile did not have the slightest warmth. Henry ignored him entirely, pushed his wheelchair, turned his back, and repositioned the cactus to a place with sunlight. He still had blood on his hand, yet he reached out to fiddle with the white flowers on the cactus.
When the brilliant red blood dripped on the pure white petals, it shone under the sunlight with a demonic luster.
“Don’t touch others’ stuff as you like.”
Xavier looked at his back and didn’t say anything for a long time. Henry was temperamental and moody. He hadn’t felt anything before, but today he had experienced it.
“You really do treasure it. Those who don’t know will even think that Guinevere had just come to give it to you.” He slowly put away the teasing expression on his face. Although Henry was in a wheelchair, everyone knew that he was well-informed. There should be no one in Fern City who had more eyes and ears than him. A close friend of Weston’s, they were very powerful when they worked together, and practically no one dared to mess with them. Henry had an eccentric temper. He would not help simply anyone. Even if Xavier was Weston’s uncle, he might not necessarily invite him. His eyes sank as he fell into deep contemplation.
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