Chapter 39 Anger Of Edgar (1/2)

On his way to the old house, Edgar drove his expensive car as fast as he could. In fact, he wanted to go back to see his kitten, but he couldn't make it now. So he took out his phone and dialed Ivy's number. He missed her.

He picked up the phone, ”Ivy, I miss you!”

”Edgar, you”

Before she could finish her sentence, Edgar hung up the phone. ”shit!” What was he talking about? How could he...

Ivy's face suddenly flushed. It was the first time she had heard him say so, and Tyron who was sitting next to her took a glance at her.

”Mother *, your face...” (* TN: here mother means sworn mother)”

Ivy turned her face aside and said with a guilty conscience, ”nothing! ha-ha! I just feel a little hot. ” She would never admit that when she heard Edgar's attractive voice, there was a surge of hormones in her.

In the urban area, rows of old-fashioned houses were closely next to each other, and with carved doors, the ancient buildings stood out in the city.

As soon as Edgar stepped into the living room, a good blue and white porcelain teacup fell to the ground by his feet before he could change his shoes. The teacup was smashed into pieces, looking horrible!

Hearing that, Edgar stopped putting on his shoes. Looking at the serious expressions on the faces of the people in the living room, he shook his head slightly and sighed.

In the middle of the living room, a man in his fifties was sitting solemnly in the main seat. His face was full of anger and dissatisfaction. He didn't even look at him when he walked in, but only left a cold sentence of reproach and turned his head to the other side.

”See what you have done?”