Dreaming Of You

Ms. Helen was too old. If she knew that Edgar still had a different identity, she would be worried.

Holding Edgar's hand, Ms. Helen wanted to ask something more, but was interrupted by Crystal as soon as she opened her mouth. "Grandma, it's my fault. I made you worried. You must be tired today. Hilary must be hungry too. How about I ask my friend to take you to dinner first?"

Obviously, Ms. Helen didn't want to leave, but Hilary said, "Great grandma, I am really hungry. Can you take me to dinner?" Her thought was interrupted.

As he spoke, Hilary jumped off Crystal's arms and walked up to Ms. Helen. He pulled the corner of Ms. Helen's clothes and said in a

head away from him and said, "Uncle Anthony, don't touch me. Your clothes are so ugly!"

Anthony was speechless.

Hilary was face-judger at a young age. He usually liked to play with good-looking people with beautiful clothes.

Although Anthony was good-looking, Hilary didn't like his white clothes.

Therefore, Hilary didn't want to have any contact with him.

Crystal patted Hilary and pretended to be angry, "Hilary, don't make a fuss. Uncle Anthony is an elder."

At this time, Edgar cut in, "It's okay, Hilary. Ugliness is ugliness. What you said is true. His white coat is really ugly."

Anthony almost spat out blood. How could Edgar... Damn it!