Old Madam Wickam instantly said with a straight face, "Why are you greeting me? You've started to drag me down into your schemes, you brat! Why did you come up with a bet all of a sudden?"
Vincent was confused.
He glanced at Gareth out of the corner of his eyes. When Jeremy saw Gareth quiet, Jeremy gave Vincent a meaningful glance before Vincent immediately laughed out loud. "Haha, what's wrong with this bet?"
D*mn it, couldn't he have told me beforehand if he mentioned a bet?
Now I have to rely on guesswork!
But he had come over because of Old Madam Wickam's illness. The few of them had to come up with an excuse to stay there and not leave.
Old Madam Wickam snorted coldly. "You're making him stay here for a day to be tortured. Don't you know that this is also torture for me?"
Vincent initially had a rough idea, but he understood better after what she said. He immediately laughed. "Ah, that's not the case. You're usually bored, so I wanted him to return and keep you company. Look, even I came over. Don't misjudge me, Grandma!"
Vincent spoke with a smile and even walked to sit on Julia's other side. Julia sat between Vincent and Elisa. Gareth's initially calm eyes suddenly glanced in Vincent's direction.
Gareth's eyes were serene, but his gaze made a chill run down Vincent's back.
They were across from each other, but Vincent felt that Gareth's gaze had pierced through his back and suddenly hurt.
Vincent's face suddenly darkened. D*mn! I'm just sitting near Elisa. Does he have to be like this? Oh, my god!
But he had no intention of moving. Julia had pulled his hand with a smile. "You punk. All you do is tease me!"
"Haha… How can that be?!" Vincent said flatteringly. At the same time, he smiled. "You must feel happier with so many of us chatting with you, Grandma. How can this be me teasing you?"
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