Crossing one hand on top of another, Mr. Howel put his weight on the walking stick.
"I won't do anything to you; after all, you're pregnant with the Howel son. I invite you here to watch a good show."
"What a good show?" The first thing that Avery thought of was confinement: he locked her somewhere to see Evan and Rebecca's wedding.
Apart from that, there was no good show for her.
"Is interest so important to you? Is it more important than your grandson's happiness?
Do you think he'll be happy if he marries Rebecca? You're destroying him!" Avery smiled icily.
"Hahaha. You have an interesting way of thinking. But I don't need your lecturing on
Happiness and love at my age," Mr. Howel laughed out. The laughter came from his chest and was loud and clear.
"Evan will not do your bidding."