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 red, “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 y 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 y 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-inw


    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 preupied, he kept sneaking nces at the kid because something about


    him felt very familiar.


    In fact, he doesn’t know many children. He doesn’t have a close rtionship 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 beenughed at before.


    A familiar face shed through his mind, and he remembered seeing this child thest 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 nce. Now that he thinks about it, the boy looks exactly like her.


    The most important question is whether Silvia’s child makes sense. Her rtionship with Mr. Drake’s


    wife is strange. She even knows who Mr. Drake’s son’sst 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 resemnce?


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


    “What is your rtionship 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 littleplicated. 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 moreplex. Although it is not fatal, it is aplicated 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


    howplicated it is. Prescribe the correct medication, the correct medication! What


    is the treatment for any poison? Don’t you already know this? Simplify theplexity. 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.


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    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 ofplexity implies that, regardless of how manyplex 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 footstepsing from


    the backyard. A clear and familiar female voice said, “You’ve been a ckertely, 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’te!” She said as she walked into


    the house to see Leo.