To be honest, George was also taken aback as he looked at the snake inside the glass box, coughing dryly twice. "Ahem... Master Davon, this is really too realistic. This snake is a toy snake, right? Young people can be quite humorous."
A toy snake? Cheyenne's cool voice chimed in at the right moment. "It's a Lycodon rufozonatus, highly venomous. If you doubt it, you can stick your hand through that small hole and try."
Highly venomous! Malaya suddenly felt relieved that she had moved away quickly earlier; otherwise, she might have ended up in the hospital if she had been bitten. George was just trying to find a way out for his wife, and he never expected Cheyenne to rebuke him so shamelessly.
"This snake is worth a fortune, and it was specially brought from the tropical rainforests and air-freighted here. I've heard that snake venom has therapeutic properties, so I procured it as a medicinal ingredient for my elder brother."
So, it was meant for Iker's treatment rather than a gift for Cheyenne. Malaya felt embarrassed for losing face, but, having lived to fifty years and experienced countless grand occasions, she had developed quite a thick skin. However, an average person would undoubtedly be mortified.
Bringing up Iker, Adrian naturally steered the conversation to the purpose of their visit today. "Grandniece, where is your grandfather? We want to inquire about the condition of Master Iker."
It had been almost a month of treatment, but Iker still appeared the same. Adrian was confident that Layne couldn't cure this disease. However, Davon had insisted on this visit, hoping for peace of mind.
Hearing Cheyenne being addressed this way, George and his family were shocked. They initially thought this unassuming elderly man was Master Davon's driver or something, but they didn't expect him to be Cheyenne's granduncle. That practically made him their relative!
Malaya remembered the old man's warning from earlier, and it still sent shivers down her spine. Now, recalling the incident, she still felt a lingering sense of dread.
At the staircase, a figure suddenly appeared. Layne's hair was disheveled, and his silvery-white strands gleamed in the light. His weary face looked even older and frail than before. He wore a white linen apron covered in herbal residue, giving the impression that he had just stepped out of a busy work session.
Layne's appearance made Malaya and Nora behave more respectfully, especially the former. She immediately became well-behaved and said, "Come on, Nora, call him Grandpa."
Since the previous college art competition, Nora had taken quite a fall from her high pedestal. Everyone knew she had lost to the inept Cheyenne, and her pride had been destroyed.
Nora was actually not very willing to address Layne as "Grandpa" because the last competition caused her to lose a free overseas study opportunity, and her mentor couldn't help her either. She placed the blame on Cheyenne as well as Layne, the indirect accomplice.
Nora's reluctant tone made Layne feel disgusted. He gave a cold snort, brushed off the herbal residue from his clothes, and took slow steps down the staircase to sit across from George.
"No need, I don't deserve it. Besides, I only have one granddaughter, Cheyenne. I can't bear being called Grandpa by someone else, so let's skip it."
These words were a direct "slap in the face" to Nora in public. Nora's unwillingness was one thing, but George's sarcastic comments were another.
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