"You!"
Quentin Russo's expression immediately darkened, instinctively provoked to explode, but the Old Madam shot him a chilly glance, and his rising arrogance instantly deflated.
Yes, he couldn't.
He was here today to make peace, not to argue with her.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, speaking again, "What exactly should I do? What should I do to stop you from making a fuss..."
Grandma Rodbell already showed impatience in her eyes, "Are you unable to understand human language, or are you too senile to hear others speak?"
Quentin Russo's face couldn't help but twitch, his hand gripping the cane trembling uncontrollably.
The Old Madam could probably guess that Quentin Russo's patience was almost exhausted.
From the moment he appeared here again today, she knew that the words she had said last time hadn't made him decide to let her go.
Today, she had tried gentle and tough tactics, and since he still wouldn't give up, the following words could only be his own fault.
