Chapter 155 It Is All Because Of You
She passed a pack of tissue paper to Iris and shoved everything else to Carter. Then, she strode toward Vinson.
“Vinson.”
The moment Arielle walked over, the little boy ran toward her happily and was about to hug her thigh.
Before he could touch Arielle’s leg, he felt his collar tighten around his neck. The next moment, his feet dangled mid-air as someone lifted him up.
The little boy turned around in surprise but saw that it was Vinson who carried him. He looked so serious.
“Didn’t your family teach you that men and women should not be too intimate with each other?”
When the little boy met Vinson’s cold gaze, he was instantly terrified.
Even adults could not bear looking at Vinson’s cold gaze, let alone a child like him.
The boy raised his head and burst into tears.
His mother ran over subconsciously. However, when she was a metre away, she stopped in her tracks hesitantly.
She… felt too shameless to protect her son.
His son was grateful to his saviors, but not her. It was no wonder that everyone else chided her.
She should not have acted in that manner.
When Arielle saw the mother’s downcast expression, she paused for a while before saying, “Vinson, return the child to his mother. You have scared him.”
Vinson scrunched his nose. I’ve never raised any children, so how would I know that they’re scared so easily? How troublesome!
Carrying the little boy, Vinson placed him in front of his mother and said without any expression, “I’m going to return this crybaby to you. Don’t let me hear you say something stupid again.”
Children were very forgetful. After being shocked, he immediately pounced into his mother arms.
The woman quickly hugged him back.
It was only until her son hugged her that she finally felt relief that her son was still alive.
“My son… It’s all my fault…” Hugging her son, she started to sob.
She only stopped crying after a long while. Glancing at Arielle, she opened her mouth and tried to say something. However, all she did, in the end, was to bow toward Arielle while carrying her son.
Actions spoke louder than silence. That bow represented all her grateful and apologetic feelings.
I’m sorry, and thank you.
Arielle nodded slightly at her—a sign of forgiveness.
The woman yelled and slapped her out of panic, not because she had vicious intentions. If Arielle had lost her adoptive parents and brother, she would not even know how she could survive.
Hence, she understood how the woman felt.
Reading her mind, Vinson snorted softly and said, “You’re the good person, while I’m the villain.”
Feigning anger, Arielle glared at him and said, “Who are you to say that? Didn’t you promise me that you’ll come down as soon as possible? Don’t you know that you almost scared me… and Carter to death?”
When Vinson heard the first half of her sentence, a brooding look crossed his eyes. However, after she finished speaking, the look quickly disappeared.
Pouting slightly, he mumbled, “It’s all because of you…”
Arielle did not catch that and asked in confusion, “What did you say?”
Vinson retrieved something from his inner pocket and tossed it casually into her arms.
Arielle subconsciously grabbed it and glanced down. It was a yellowish notebook.
She asked in confusion, “What’s this?”
Vinson said calmly, “I don’t know if this is what you’re looking for, but just take a look at it. I’ll ask Carter what happened.”
As he spoke, he walked toward Carter without sparing a second glance at Arielle.
She gazed at Vinson’s back, thinking that he looked like an arrogant brat.
What is this?
