Chapter 182
Chapter 182
“Mr. Perkins, please don’t get so worked up. The doctor said you must avoid extreme anger, Victor advised gently.
James had fought his way through a hail of bullets and mountains of corpses, forging a notoriously fiery temper. But after marrying Grace, he barres të restrain his temper, for fear of frightening her.
His married life with Grace was wonderful. They had three children. Before the accident happened, the family of five enjoyed a period of warm and happy times together.
Ever since that incident, the relationship between James and Yannis had changed. Yannis was no longer the little boy who would beg James to carry him on his shoulders.
After stepping down from his position a few years ago, James had mellowed out a bit while enjoying his retirement at home. Yet Yannis could always effortlessly ignite his fury.
Yannis looked over and said coldly, “This coffee table cost me 10 million. If you break it, you’ll pay for it.” His lips, once tightly pressed, slowly relaxed as his eyes dropped, veiling a hint of inscrutable emotion.
The overhead light cast across his face, showing not the slightest trace of fear.
James snorted, “Like hell I’m paying you! Didn’t you just refuse the money Victor tried to transfer?”
James fumed; his anger caught between an outburst and surrender. He shot Yannis a fierce glare, but deep down, the tension in his heart quietly loosened. His hand trembled slightly, his knuckles turning white from the pressure.
“I don’t take handouts. But if you damage my property, you pay for it,” Yannis said coolly.
Then he picked up Zinnia’s unfinished glass of milk and took a sip. The sweetness of the milk washed away the bitterness in his throat. He added, “But since the table’s fine, let’s just drop it.”
Yannis felt the fury in his chest get stuck. Staring at Yannis, he thought, ‘This brat has changed a lot.‘
Victor watched as the flush slowly faded from James’s face and let out a quiet sigh of relief. He thought, ‘It takes Yannis to calm him down.”
“Don’t you try to change the subject on me,” James said, his graying,eyebrows shooting up.
Yannis downed the milk in one go. Then he shot James a look and said, “Aren’t you the one changing the subject? Just get to the point, old man. Zinnia is waiting for dinner.”
James said, “Can’t I just have a meal here? You cook for Zinnia, yet in all these years, I’ve never even tasted a single thing you’ve made.” His anger dissipated as he cast a skeptical gaze at the glass in Yannis’s hand.
He thought, ‘I never knew this brat would touch someone else’s leftovers. And if I’m not going deaf in my old age, did I just hear him say he’s going to
cook?
‘What the hell? That little bastard had never even entered a kitchen in his life. Since when could he cook?‘
“Fine. Eat, then you can go,” Yannis said with a sigh. It hadn’t been long since they’d last met, and Yannis couldn’t help but notice there was much more gray in James’s hair.
James respected the natural cycle of life and death, never bothering with artificial tricks like hair dye. The deep wrinkles carved by time were visible on his face, and his hair and eyebrows had turned completely gray.
“Let’s see what you’ve got. I’m your father. What, you think you can throw me out?” James said. His anger was already gone, replaced by anticipation. He was dying to see what kind of food Yannis could whip up in the kitchen.
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