After a few seconds of dead silence.
Mr. Lockwood finally spoke. "The... the Sharp Family. Him and Syd?"
"Other than the Sharp Family's house, whose balcony is connected to ours?"
"That little bastard—"
Mr. Lockwood pulled his feet out of the foot basin. Without even wiping them dry, he slid into his slippers and headed for the door, only to stop at the entryway.
He turned his head and asked:
"Is that brat two-timing?"
The Lockwoods: "..."
Sylvie Lockwood was stunned by her grandfather's wild imagination.
'Is your own grandson really that untrustworthy?'
'Why can't they just be in a normal relationship? How did he even come up with the idea of two-timing?'
"Where's that old military baton of mine? Get it for me."
Mr. Jacobs: "Sir, didn't you give the baton away?"
"A rolling pin will do, then. I'm going to beat that little beast to death."
