9

In a moment of anger, she blurted out that two words.
Is it too late to be sorry?
Oscar Cepa's rosy little face brings tenderness to his eyes.

Have a wife love dearly, my health is OK.
The man snapped back at his wife, almost startling Gardenia Soth.
His face grew redder.
How did he manage to say those two words so calmly and without beating his heart?
A sick boy, go out are in a wheelchair, show what love?
A very unpleasant voice broke Gardenia Soth's embarrassment.
Broon Soth, I told you to shut up.
Knowing that Oscar Cepa is not popular in the Cepa family, Broon Soth is not afraid of him at all.
He just wants to take all the anger he got from Gardenia Soth and put it on Oscar Cepa.

Shulan Wang stiffens at the sight of Oscar Cepa in a wheelchair, then whispers to Woody Soth, 'Why is he here?
It was not a small noise, and Gardenia Soth heard it.
Uncle, he's my husband. Shouldn't he come back with me?
Of course he should. If he’s here, he’s welcome.
Woody Soth was the only one in the room who knew that Oscar Cepa was not popular with the Cepa family, but he was a Cepa family member and could not afford to offend him.
On top of that, this man in a wheelchair, he's got a lot of power.
So he gave Broon Soth a warning look and walked in to greet Oscar Cepa.

Compared with Os House, the house of Soth family is too small. Once Oscar Cepa comes in, the powerful atmosphere makes the whole house become a little narrow.
Woody Soth limps over Oscar Cepa's tea, tapping on the table without lifting an eyelid.
Has your leg been better lately, Uncle? Gardenia Soth asked.
She had been able to speak calmly since she entered the room.

Woody Soth still walks with a limp on his broken leg, especially when it rains.
Unfortunately, even the sacrifice of a leg, but could not save the mother.
Gardenia Soth became somewhat close to his uncle Woody Soth because of his uncle's affection for his mother.

It's an old problem. It doesn't matter!
Woody Soth keeps pouring tea to Oscar Cepa in a meek manner, like a servant in front of him.
Broon Soth couldn't bear to watch.
Dad, what are you doing pouring tea for this sick boy? If he pours it for you, you are the elder.
Broon, don't say anything. Your cousin got married today. Come and say hello to them. What kind of sick kid? This is your cousin's husband.

Oscar Cepa is supposed to call him "big cousin brother" first, he should actually greet Broon first, according to the age. But sometimes, age is not as important as identity.
Too bad Broon Soth doesn't get it.
A cousin? How can a sick kid be my cousin? Broon Soth pushes away Shulan Wang and walks over to Oscar Cepa.
The haughty eye is on Oscar Cepa.

Gardenia Soth's heart sank and he slowly looked aside at the man. He couldn't be angry.
It's not good if it goes bad.
His long white fingers had been fidgeting with the white porcelain teacup on the table, looking calm rather than angry.
You son of a bitch. What are you talking about? This is Junior Mr of Cepa family.
I know. It's just good to be reborn, have a few stinking money? No, the Cepa family didn't like this sick boy and put him in another place to fend for himself. How could he call him Shen Junior Mr?
Broon Soth went on and on and on, so loud that he tried to pretend he couldn't hear him.

Gardenia Soth glared at him. Shut up.
What am I saying wrong?
You seem to know a lot about our Cepa family affairs?
The white porcelain teacup was held to his lips by a slender hand. He sniffed it, seemed dissatisfied, and put it down again with the same calm attitude.
You know your shit. If you didn't have any money, you think Gardenia Soth would marry a short-lived bastard like you.
Calling Oscar Cepa short-lived, Gardenia Soth's bottom line, she clenched her fist.

You are right, I am rich, you can try to have the ability you also let a woman for money to marry you!
He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He has the skill to show off his wealth. Broon Soth has no money.
What if you're rich? You can't live past 30.
Broon Soth, get the hell out of here.
Broon Soth repeatedly pushed her boundaries, and Gardenia Soth couldn't stand it.
In this regard, she was particularly stubborn.
Sometimes Oscar Cepa doesn't understand. People just say it. Why does she care so much about this?

You can fuck off. This is my house. I can do what I want. Am I wrong? Isn't this man a sick, short-lived bastard?
Broon Soth, you...
Gardenia Soth was on the verge of doing something when a cold hand suddenly took hold of her.
He was right. I was sick.
Broon Soth shrugs. See, he's right. Cepa admits it himself.
Those long and deep eyes narrowed suddenly, but do you dare to assure yourself that you must not be a short-lived ghost?

Broon Soth was stunned, not understanding what he meant.
He's in a good situation. How can he be a short-lived ghost?
Except in the event of natural and man-made disasters.
Oh, my God, you're cursing me.
Is this a curse?
It's not a curse, it's a result that can be controlled in his hand.
With the strength of the Cepa family, it is still possible to find someone to kill Broon Soth silently.
Broon Soth's legs shuddered as fear swept over him.

Oscar Cepa's not gonna kill him, is he?
No, it can't be. The man doesn't have what it takes.
The idea emboldened him, and he thought he was overthinking it.
You this sick kid, dare to curse me to die early, mouth so poisonous, no wonder to short life.
Broon Soth was angry and said more and more. If Oscar Cepa hadn't kept pressing Gardenia's hand, she would have been tempted to strike.