"What a bastard!"
The Old Madam didn't think twice before snapping back.
Quentin Russo looked at the Old Madam, her unyielding attitude infuriating him, his face turning a dark shade of blue.
"I never intended to take them away! They are my great-grandchildren after all!"
"You could abandon your grandson, so what face do you still have to acknowledge your great-grandchildren now?"
Quentin Russo took a deep breath, "Fine, I won't let Arabella Vanderbilt know I've been here, alright!?"
"Best if you come less often!"
Quentin Russo: "..."
Mary Douglas and Ylaya had changed clothes and walked over.
Quentin Russo glanced at them, stiffly shifting his gaze elsewhere.
Mary Douglas looked at them indifferently for a few seconds, "How many children have you brought over? Coming here doesn't do anyone any good and only proves you're a surplus here. If you want to come, no one's stopping you, but no one has the energy to care about your dignity."
