Chapter 73
In the study room, only the desk lamp was turned on, and the temperature of the air-conditioning in the room was turned down to the lowest level despite the weather.
Selvile seemed to have expected someone would come and didn't react when the door was pushed open by Noah.
Noah's venomous eyes looked directly at Selvile's face, similar to Janice, and the resentment that had nowhere to vent surged up, turning into an angry sneer: "Why weren't you strangled at birth?"
"Why so angry, father?"
Selvile leaned on the swivel chair. The warm yellow light covered half of his face, half was hidden in the darkness, and there was a vague sneer at the corner of his mouth.
He held a cigarette between the index finger and middle finger of his left hand, revealing a small spark. The harsh smell of smoke in the study made it apparent that he had smoked for a long time.
Noah walked over with a sullen face, took the lamp on the desk, and threw it on his head.