Chapter 566
Our car rolled up to Irving''s ce with the kind of swagger. When our eyes locked, | saw his cocky expression falter, just for a
second.
We zoomed past him, and at that moment, Jan was left in the dust, looking like aplete fool.
Gone was his usual confident stride, the air of a man who had the world at his feet.
| bet when he saw me, | was the picture of indifference, still sitting on my pedestal.
| was born with this aura. And him? He was just a fool. | wanted him to know that without me, he was nothing. Even a fart has
some presence, but he? He had none.
At the Bradlees'' doorstep, the doorbell chimed, and Irving himself came to greet us, his smile so wide it was almost grotesque,
all teeth and no eyes, the sycophantic grin that was his trademark.
Irving was a man of two faces. One was reserved for currying favor, full of obsequious charms and the constant scraping of
bows. The other was a haughty mask he wore when he felt superior, as he looked down his nose with disdain.
And sure enough, as we entered the yard, there was Nettie, back in Goldenvale Town, kicking a ser ball around the garden
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"Goodness gracious! Ms. Wilburn, you''ve arrived. What a rare treat. I''m overjoyed, and | never thought you''d ept our
invitation.” Irving babbled on with his pleasantries.
Seeing the toy in Hannah''s hands, he burst into even louderughter, "Sammy, look what Ms. Wilburn brought for you."
At the sound of Irving’s voice, his son Sammy stopped and turned around, a sneer on his face as he nced at the box in
Hannah''s hands.
Irving beckoned urgently, "Sammy,e here."
| looked over and saw that Nettie''s cheeks were flushed from ying so long, and her white sports shirt was marked with
numerous ball prints, the result of Sammy''s inurate kicks.
As she nodded to us, Sammy casually kicked the ball, and it flew straight at her. | couldn''t help but let out a cry of rm.
But it was toote, and the ball hit Nettie square in the face.
She crouched down, clutching her face.
Instinctively, | blurted out, "Dear, are you okay? Did it hurt?"
But Sammy wasughing uncontrobly, even having the gall to say, "Nettie, are you an idiot? Don''t you know how to dodge? Do
you want to y ser with me? I''ll y you to death."
| felt a surge of anger and disgust. What kind of child was this? A spoiled brat.
Irving, catching my disapproving look, shouted at Sammy, "Sammy, you and your mischief. Go and see if you''ve hurt Nettie."
Sammy, with a smug look, retorted, "She''s made of y or what? A little knock and she breaks? She insists on ying, and she
can''t handle it?"
With that, he picked up the ball and aimed another shot at Nettie, taunting, "Can''t handle it, then don''t y. Stay away from me,
and stop hanging around me like a bad smell.”
| couldn''t help but nce at Nettie, suddenly understanding where those marks hade from.
| felt a strange pang of sympathy. In Jta’s eyes, she was the princess, the apple of her eye.
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She gave me a quick, flustered nod, then turned and ran towards the house, holding her nose.
Sammy sneered and, without acknowledging me, strode back inside.
| scoffed to myself, thinking that even as a son, he was ruined by Irving''s indulgence.
Irving, with an awkward smile, turned to me helplessly and admitted, "He is spoiled."
I just gave a smile, too speechless toment.
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