Chapter 141 Take It to My Grave
The compensation and apology were fully delivered.
Violeta smiled, glancing at Wally, who looked defeated. She sarcastically remarked, “It looks like you need to learn more from your uncle.”
Ivor’s face flushed with embarrassment.
“What happened today was indeed his fault. We’ll take full responsibility for the aftermath. Did he injure anyone? If he did, we’ll cover the hospital expenses too.”
Wally scowled and stated, “Uncle Ivor, it’s our people who suffered.”
“How dare you talk back!”
Ivor turned and slapped him. He scolded, “You ungrateful brat! When we get back, you’re grounded. If you dare to leave the house again, I’ll break your legs!”
Wally felt utterly wronged.
He had thought Ivor was there to back him up, but to his surprise, his usually indulgent uncle didn’t side with him this time.
“Get in the car! Stop being an eyesore.”
“Alright.”
Wally entered the car with a grievance in mind.
The area’s notoriously spoiled brat was now receiving childlike reprimands without daring to speak.
Ivor sincerely apologised, especially in front of Hayden.
Hayden doesn’t remember him; therefore, Ivor’s gestures did not leave a lasting impression.
Cyril was not one to make unreasonable demands. He accepted the compensation without further complaint.
Ivor offered to treat them to a meal, but they declined.
Half an hour later, under Ivor’s supervision, the Houles practically refurbished the entire shabby shop.
Cyril sensed that Ivor’s actions were more about showing respect to Hayden than genuine remorse.
In the backyard, Cyril approached Hayden and asked, “Is your father Glen Frost?”
“Yes,” Hayden replied.
Cyril’s expression changed, and he deeply
“No wonder you mentioned having an Umber pen at home.”
There was no need for Hayden to explain further; Cyril had already guessed his identity.
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Jasper continued, “The Frosts donated the brush your great–grandfather made to a museum back then.”
Such items were abundant in the Frosts.
They were antiques in others eyes.
In Hayden’s eyes, they were just childhood playthings with no special significance.
Violeta handed the pen to Hayden.
Hayden found it amusing as he held the pen.
Violeta asked, “What’s so funny? Do you not like it? Even though it’s free, it’s made by a master!”
The Frosts had given away one pen, only for another to return.
If they valued it, they wouldn’t have donated the original pen to the museum.
However, this one held special meaning for Hayden, so he would treasure it.
“Yes, I’ll keep it well and take it to my grave.”
“You’ll take it to your grave?”
The phrase sounded odd.
Because Hayden valued it so much, Violeta didn’t press further.
After leaving the shop, they went to watch a wrestling match. Violeta lost two bets but won five, earning some money. That evening, they enjoyed roasted lamb on the prairie.
After several days of eating roasted meat, Violeta woke up to find a red pimple on her left cheek.
It wasn’t big, but it was noticeable on her fair skin.
It looked like a red mole from afar.
When she went downstairs for breakfast, Zoren teased her.
“Wow, Vio, how did you get a pimple?”
Violeta sighed. “It’s because of all the roasted meat we’ve been eating. It’s making me break out.”
Everyone looked at her face. Violeta sighed helplessly again and said, “I need to eat lighter food from now on. No more foods with strong flavours.”
Hayden’s cold voice interrupted
“Indeed, we’ve explored the area enough. It’s time to consider going somewhere else.”
Since they left, they had visited two inns and then Willowbrook.
Almost a month had nasced and half of the cummar mention time Over
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They had enjoyed horse racing, falconry, camping, and wrestling matches.
Liam suggested, “Tired of the prairie? How about we go to the sea?”
Jasper rested an arm on his seat and said, “Let’s head to the islands in the North Sea. We can take Niall’s yacht, the Dawn.”
Zoren agreed, “Sounds great. Vio, what do you think?”
Violeta replied, “I’m fine with it. As long as I’m with you guys. Niall, is the Dawn your yacht?”
Niall nodded. “Yes.”
The Dawn was a super yacht.
It cost billions to build and one of the largest private yachts in the world.
Niall often used it for business meetings, but most of the time, it was empty.
They decided to head to the seaside. After saying goodbye to Sophia in the afternoon, they set off.
Meanwhile,
Zelena and her parents were in airport. They were ready to leave Verdancia and return to Arlowand.
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