Colin, upon hearing Xizeer call him a man who lives off others, and complain about his filth, angrily retorted, "You... you, you ungrateful little brat, my love with the lady is true love, what we have between us cannot be tarnished by you. Apologize to me right now. If it weren't for the lady's illness, you'd be calling me Dad."
Xizeer felt disgusted. This man seemed to have a bit of brain, but what he said made him sound brainless. Yet every word seemed to be probing him.
Xizeer said calmly, "I may be ungrateful, but my foster mother was willing to leave all her inheritance to me upon her death. Do you have any objections?"
"Oh... As my foster mother's true love, which woman's bed did you get up from two hours ago? Running over here without cleaning yourself up, are you trying to disgust my foster mother even in death?"
