Sweet Revenge

Sweet Revenge By Nuit Chapter 711

Chapter 711 Complicated Things Simplified

Mr. Drake carried the boy into the house, turned around, saw Leo approaching, and glared, “Why are you following us?”

He hadn’t stopped yelling. His cheeks were pushed up, and all he could muster was a wry smile. He frowned and motioned for Leo to step aside, then sat down with the baby in his arms and asked, “Would you like to go inside and play with toys?”

Asher raised his head.

“Then you can’t keep grabbing my beard because it’s all gone and I’ll have nothing to play with in the future.” “Besides, if your mother finds out, she’ll spank my ass!” Mr. Drake coaxed patiently.

The second sentence may be more frightening. The little thing’s eyes show a hint of trepidation. After all, he was the one who let go of his hand and crawled into the fenced area on his own.

“Huh…” He exhaled deeply, as if he had just finished a battle.

Mr. Drake blew on the teacup in front of him, but it was already cold, so he poured it into the pot beside him and re-boiled the water to pour the tea.

“Grandpa, I’m on my way!” He seized the opportunity as soon as it presented itself.

Perhaps he was tired, or he had been tossing around a lot, and he wasn’t as angry, but his sister-in-law said nothing. She released her grip and handed it to him. He was having fun while washing the cups, boiling the water, and making tea again.

Even though he was preoccupied, he kept sneaking glances at the kid because something about

him felt very familiar.

In fact, he doesn’t know many children. He doesn’t have a close relationship with anyone because of his temperament. He’s never had a girlfriend, let alone a child. A child is a nuisance to him. As a result, the ability to avoid contact is highly desirable.

So why did this child seem familiar? Or do all children look alike, making them appear familiar?

He was thinking when he heard Mr. Drake yell, “What are you doing?”

“I apologize, Grandpa; I was distracted!” He quickly apologize after noticing he let the teapot spill

over, took the rag next to him, and wiped it.

Mr. Drake snatched the teapot from him “Go, go! You’re clumsy! You are so stupid that you can’t do

anything well and are easily distracted! “

Leo felt a little bad after being chastised. It was indeed a minor issue.

The eyes darted over, only to discover that the little boy was staring at him, as if he had received all of the scolding and embarrassment in his eyes and smiled.

There is an inexplicable sensation of being mocked by a child. The key point is that his smile makes him feel at ease, as if he has been laughed at before.

A familiar face flashed through his mind, and he remembered seeing this child the last time he followed Mrs. Moran to Silvia’s house.

Leo wasn’t paying much attention back then because, after all, they had broken up on bad terms and had gone to the doctor for that overweight girl. The child was present at the time, but he only gave it a passing glance. Now that he thinks about it, the boy looks exactly like her.

The most important question is whether Silvia’s child makes sense. Her relationship with Mr. Drake’s wife is strange. She even knows who Mr. Drake’s son’s last student was. Mr. Drake is like this, if you think about it. So it seems reasonable to spoil and indulge this child.

“Grandpa, this child is Silvia’s, right?” He deliberated and inquired with caution.

Mr. Drake choked on his question because he was drinking water.

“Who said that to you?” His eyes were agitated, and he caught a glimpse of the little guy’s face. Does it appear to be so? Is there any resemblance?

Even though he didn’t admit it, his reaction was obvious.

“What is your relationship with Silvia, Grandpa? It’s perfectly fine to be so special to her and her child…” After a brief pause, the idea of the illegitimate grandson resurfaced, but it was far too ridiculous. He denied it first, shaking his head.

It’s simply impossible!

Mr. Drake frowned as he observed him perplexed and shaking his head “Why are you bothering me? When is it your turn to handle I’s business? You don’t have anything to do. Tell me what you’re

up to, and then get out!”

“There must be something, Grandpa, something!” When Leo was rarely asked, he said quickly, “That’s right, I’ve recently seen a child, and the child’s situation is a little complicated. She’s a big girl! Let me pay her a visit. The pulse condition should be caused by chronic poisoning, but the poison in the body is more complex. Although it is not fatal, it is a complicated and messy poison.

So, you see, I think it’s a little tricky…

*You are treating people, not me.” Mr. Drake expressed his displeasure, saying, “You’ve been studying for a long time. How do you not know this? Use the simplest method to solve any poison, no matter how complicated it is. Prescribe the correct medication, the correct medication! What Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

is the treatment for any poison? Don’t you already know this? Simplify the complexity. Have you not figured it out by now?”

Mr. Drake was scolding him, but these few words had already given him an idea.

Leo, surprised, asked tentatively, “You mean…”

“Please refrain from using my name to fool people if you are so stupid. Don’t expect me to clean up your messes if you really get into something! Please do not tarnish my reputation.” Mr. Drake

growled.

In fact, it’s always like this. People always understand Mr. Drake’s words halfway, and then they can

understand them on their own.

The simplification of complexity implies that, regardless of how many complex poisons exist, any

prescription for any poison can be used.

What if there are contradictory medicinal properties in that case?

He sat there alone for a while, and just as he was about to ask again, he heard footsteps coming from the backyard. A clear and familiar female voice said, “You’ve been a slacker lately, old man. The grass in the east appears to be wilted. Perhaps you are too far away to attend to it yourself?”

After all, Leo was still here, and when he heard it, Mr. Drake’s face became uneasy. “Why don’t you hurry up?” he said with a frown.

His voice wasn’t loud, but Silvia could hear it, and she didn’t realize there was another person there, so she assumed his wife was speaking to him, and she wondered why the old man was so irritable today.

“Okay, I’ll leave right now! Don’t worry, if you beg me again, I won’t come!” She said as she walked into the house to see Leo.