George Reed gritted his teeth, sarcastically saying, "If you're so capable, why don't you go ask your aunt?"
George Reed was definitely mocking Julian Campbell, not expecting at all that his artist was shameless, cheering and jumping up, "Great idea!"
Great idea?
George Reed's forehead veins throbbed, his hands clenched making a crunchy sound, only through sheer willpower he managed not to do anything impulsive.
He kept chanting to himself, he signed it, he signed it...serves me right, serves me right!
"Aunt," Julian Campbell sidled up, blinking watery eyes, looking pitifully at Sophie Wilson, "I'm hungry..."
George Reed's slender nerve named sanity finally snapped directly.
Damn!
Had he starved Julian Campbell or mistreated him?
Damn it, what's with this pathetic "I'm hungry"?
