...
On this side.
Flora Loughton and Mrs. Chapman finally ca to their senses, and after a few seconds of staring at each other, they released their tightly clasped hands.
Mrs. Chapman sat up a bit straighter and recalled Flora Loughton’s initial indifference. Suddenly realizing sothing, she asked, "Professor Loughton, Pedro Langley, is he your son?"
"Yes."
Flora smiled sweetly, her joy evident.
"..."
Mrs. Chapman suddenly understood, gave Flora a stiff smile, then shifted her position towards Henry Chapman.
"Why didn’t you go up to help in the fight just now?"
Mrs. Chapman asked in a low voice, implying that her son was disappointing.
Henry looked back at her perplexedly, "When have I ever gotten into a fight?"
Mrs. Chapman: "..." Right, you don’t.
Mrs. Chapman regretted not cultivating this skill in Henry from a young age.
A bit of fighting skill would have been good. At least he could have made an impression in front of Nora Scott! Now, look, Pedro Langley stole all the spotlight...
Look at the smug face of the people’s artist next door.
Feeling rather depressed, Mrs. Chapman wanted to say more to Henry, but before she could speak, Henry suddenly stood up.
She looked at him in astonishnt.
Henry left his seat, ignoring the chaotic scene and the strange looks from the guests, and walked straight to the butler, who was still recovering from shock.
"You..."
The butler swallowed, looking bewildered as he spoke.
"I want to take back the gift I gave." Henry explained bluntly.
Whoa!
What?!
It was a straightforward statent, lacking any polite or tactful intro, completely unambiguous.
Once again, those who were just recovering from the shock were stunned.
What kind of shenanigans is this, taking back a gift you gave?!"
"W-why?" Even the butler couldn’t react, asking almost instinctively.
Frowning slightly, Henry glanced towards Aaron Scott.
It just so happened that Aaron Scott, hearing the commotion, also looked over. His harsh, penetrating gaze t Henry’s calm and steady eyes.
They looked at each other for two seconds. Unfazed, Henry said, "Disrespectful in old age, he’s not worthy."
The crowd: Wow—
Another one causing trouble?!"
Hey—isn’t that the most cherished sole heir of the Chapman family?!
The onlookers, especially the young heirs, almost jumped up, pounding the table in excitent.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
So cool!
So flashy!
So bold!
Actor Chapman, I’m your fan for life ahhhhh!
The young heirs, eyes shining with excitent, faces flushed.
"..."
Aaron Scott seed to not expect that a re youngster would be so blunt and direct.
However, Henry didn’t care about his dark, brooding expression or the suffocatingly awkward atmosphere. After waiting for two seconds, he sowhat impatiently urged the butler, "Can you hurry up?"
"...Oh."
The butler, cornered, nodded with reluctance.
Though it was embarrassing, for the huge Scott family, forcibly keeping the gift would only worsen the embarrassnt.
He had no choice but to oblige his request.
But—
Being ridiculed was inevitable.
As for Aaron Scott, after this series of events, was overwheld with anger. Holding on for a mont, his vision went black, and he fainted from the shock.
The Scott family mbers hurried up, and for a mont, the scene descended into chaos.
Henry didn’t even blink, standing in place, waiting for his gift. He automatically shut out all the commotion around him, not granting it even a glance.
...
At the birthday banquet, after such a ruckus, with the birthday star fainting, the event couldn’t continue.
The Scott family mbers were all bruised, yet it wasn’t until Aaron Scott fainted that they rembered to call an ambulance.
But, not one person thought of calling the police.
—You can’t report this to the police.
It’s already a scandal and would be a joke in Fenton City. If reported, the joke would spread even further.
The Scott family’s younger mbers might not know the influence of Biel Hall, but with the Langley and Chapman families clearly backing Nora Scott, they had no choice but to swallow their pride and not escalate the situation.
The guests didn’t stay to watch the scene unfold further; they all got up and left voluntarily.
Henry retrieved his gift and did not linger at the Scott family residence, leaving with Mrs. Chapman.
"My son, who asks for a gift back so directly?" She said this aloud, but was actually thoroughly pleased, smiling from ear to ear, "Can’t you learn from your dad, saying people’s words to people and ghost’s words to ghosts."
"No."
Henry answered curtly.
Giving him a playful glare, Mrs. Chapman asked again, "Understand manners, do you?"
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