The old butler whispered in the old man's ear, and the old man's face grew worse, becoming increasingly grim.
"Bring that ungrateful grandson here for me!"
The old butler nodded and quickly left.
In the study.
"Wretched brat!"
An aged yet powerful voice echoed through the study, accompanied by a loud slap.
With a "smack," Basil Moore's head tilted to the right, and soon, a red handprint appeared on his left cheek.
Basil Moore pushed his tongue against his molar and said quietly, "I don't know what I did wrong to make Grandpa so angry."
"Do you really have the nerve to ask why I'm so furious? Do I need to tell you what you've just done?"
Basil Moore knew the old man would find out about this matter and that he would likely get scolded as before, but he never expected to get a heavy slap this time.
"What? Have nothing to say now?"
"I have nothing to say."
