BLOODY LOVE'S
Chapter 25's

“You are very smart for the size of the slum reliability,” blame Marco directly.

“And you're so arrogant for an old man size,” Nolan got hooked. His blue eyes glinted furiously.

“Enough!” Edgar mediated in a loud voice. He gave Nolan a sharp shot and said, “Don't get brazen, son! What's more with mouthfuls of food from us!”

“This is not debt! You guys caught people wrong, so I got a reply for that!” reply Nolan ferociously. “I should report to the judge, you guys are lucky!”

“Jaga talk!” said Gerald who was shocked to see the slum had dared to speak in a high tone to his employer. “You didn't realize you were talking to the Argent Family?!”

“You want them Argent or whoever, what's the difference? I look at what they say, not who says!”

“Already, we will not go anywhere if all night just quarrel,” Renata mediate tiredly. He glanced at Nolan sharply and said, “If we also behave like you, looking at people just from what they say, you are now on the streets. You're still here and you can eat because we looked at what you did last night and who you are.”

“Who am I?” reply Nolan haughty.

“Self-loving cocky girls,” Edgar pierces sharply. “You assume that we are arrogant, arrogant, rich people who judge others arbitrarily from his outer shell—“

“And I'm not wrong,” cut Nolan proud.

“Maybe you are not wrong,” said Edgar, still remain in a calm voice, “But are you not glazed? You yourself are too. You yourself also judge people arbitrarily only from their outer shell. You generalize by outright hating those who are. Maybe you consider yourself a fighter, a revolutionary, or someone with a critical mind. In my eyes you're just an ordinary spiteful man. Envy kids.”

“I'm not envious!” jeremy Nolan.

“Masa? Then why can't you be quiet from earlier?” this time it was Marco who launched the attack.

“It ... it has nothing to do!”

“Certainly related. All your words are an anger. Where do you think anger comes from other than spite?” Marco let the question float, then turned to Gerald and spoke to the worker.

Jose scratched the back of his head with a feeling of annoyance. Of course he knew what his father and uncle were saying was nonsense. People may feel angry for various reasons, not always because of envy or spite. Disappointed people, heartbroken people, people in pain, people who feel helpless, they can all feel tremendous anger and be cynical about it. It may cause anger, but it is not always a major factor.

Nolan didn't quite understand what was going on. Not understanding that he was being manipulated by the jumbled logic and words of the two scheming men in the room. Jose could see it clearly, Nolan knew that there was something wrong with his uncle's words, but was unable to put up a proper resistance to debate it.

The boy only looked at the silver spoon in his hand with a frown and complicated eyes. Jose who initially sympathized now even so amused.

As he turned his face back to the front, Gerald had just left and closed the door. Marco returns to Edgar and Renata.

“Wait, is this child okay allowed to hear?” asked Renata worriedly, the question referred to Nolan who had just started devouring his food again.

“You are right, he should be sent home, or told to eat somewhere else,” Edgar menukas.

“No, no, please, I've already heard. Do you guys hope I'll be able to sleep quietly after this?” Nolan tried to persuade, but the way was very bad.

“That's your business,” Marco said sharply. “This is our family's problem, and you're not an Argent.”

“Nothing, Uncle, just let him here,” Jose said. He felt the rain of sight from everyone in the room. Jose gulped then continued, “Soalya, he will be from the south, who knows there are rumors or something he knows after hearing our story. News that can be connected to our story. The more heads the better, right?”

“Not reasonable,” sahut Marco. “You think the boy will be able to know what we don't know? What don't I know?” the last question was asked in a tone of disbelief that sounded arrogant.

“Who knows?” reply Jose stubborn. “We never know very well what is circulating in each house throughout Bjork. Even if Uncle has his own information network.”

“Already,” Renata again interrupted the quarrel that began to arise. His eyes were not happy. He looked at Jose with a critical look before warning his son to keep up courtesy with older family members.

Jose nodded obediently. Nolan put on a smile behind the spoon, making him even more upset.

Why even laugh? Son of Satan, he cried in his heart. Though I got into an argument with Uncle because you seemed so interested and wanted to participate in the discussion! Stupidhead!

He began to regret his heroic act just now, remembering that he should have acted sweetly in order to take his uncle's heart and trust.

“Nothing, just let him here,” Renata again make up his mind. His voice was a round tone that could not be denied.

The hosts of the Argent family are arguably three: Marco, Edgar and Renata. If one person speaks or determines something, the other two people are not used to refute for wanting to create a conducive situation as well as a calm image.

So when Renata had already made the decision, the other two respected by not arguing.

Marco looked at his sister seriously. For a long time, there was only silence in the room. Renata fixed the seat, causing a soft cloth rustling sound.

Edgar took a deep breath. He sat with a thinking face, his attitude was like difficulty finding the beginning of the story. Jose waited patiently. Even Nolan swallowed his food slowly. Then Edgar began to recount what he had heard and experienced in the room with Renata.

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