Vivian snorted augh, “What do you want to express? idental hurt?”


    Her fingers slowly put the baster cup on the table, and picked up the baster pot to pour herself a cup of tea, and said calmly, “But thew will not rule that idental injury is innocent. Don’t you think that it’s pointless to talk about this.”


    A girl, looks are extraordinarily important.


    From Sophie’s injury to now, she has lost nearly ten pounds.N?velDrama.Org: text ? owner.


    The slender and lush figure now looks especially thin, and her face has lost its former rosy luster,parable to a gorgeous blooming flower, without the nourishment of water, gradually withering.


    In her face, no longer can see a bright smile, the whole person is dead, like a lifeless old man.


    Vivian saw it in his eyes and felt pain in his heart.


    Houghton took out a bank card from his pocket and put it in front of Vivian, “Here’s 10 million, it’spensation for Sophie. Converted into RMB, 50 million. Enough to clothe and feed her for the rest of her life.”


    He felt that the best way topensate was to give money.


    Vivian had just picked up the baster cup, when she heard Houghton’s words, she gave her hand a lurch and jerked her head up, her gloomy gaze shot at him, her clear bright eyes surfaced a few moments clear and cold, her face was extraordinarily icy.


    Click…


    The cup she was holding was crushed, and the scalding tea spilled all over Vivian’s hand.


    The water, very hot.


    But Vivian’s eyes did not even blink, but threw the broken crumbs clutched in her hand on the table, “Master thinks Sophie is short of this 50 million?”


    A mouthful of ‘Master’, invariably, the rtionship between the two has been estranged to an irreparable state.


    Houghton saw the blood spilling from her white fingers, the white eyebrows together, helplessly said: “I know it’s my fault. But I’ve apologized and paid for it. What more do you want from the old man? I’m just an old man, you want me to take an old life topensate?”


    Vivian’s lips tugged out a curve, smiling, notughing.


    He leaned down, pulled open the drawer of the coffee table, took out a dagger from it, and pped it in front of Houghton with a bang, “Just wait for your words!”


    The end was a big disappointment to him.


    From the time he came in, all she said was about Morris, but Houghton avoided talking about it, changing the subject to Sophie.


    Avoiding the important.


    Vivian can’t help but be annoyed.


    Houghton was caught off guard by the suddenness of the scene.


    He looked nkly at the dagger on the table, his face full of vicissitudes twitched slightly.


    Because of old age, Houghton’s forehead creased a little wrinkles.


    When Vivian saw him frowning, she would reach out and smooth the wrinkles on his brow and forehead, and pull his white beard tofort him in a flirtatious way, ‘Don’t frown all day, like a little old man, you’re still young.


    Once Houghton heard Vivian’s words, he wouldugh out loud.


    The Houghton in front of him seems to have changed, everything seems to go back to more than ten years ago, when she was a young child who did not know any better.


    At that time, she would naughtily climb on Houghton’s back and let him carry her, and would tug on both of his ears, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right.


    Vivian can almost always ‘hear’ the sound of the old and the young leaping andughing, it was so pure, so beautiful.


    A strong bond, even if not by blood, but like family.


    She fantasized about giving Houghton a pension in the future, fantasized that Houghton could live to be a hundred years old, she could still push Houghton who could not walk, take him to see the sunset, see the sun rise, see the blue sea …


    But, somehow, everything has be fragmented.