CHAPTER 257: THE CHILD ISN'T WRONG

Seeing Sylvia so angry, Miles didn't think much of it because he knew that if he made another request, it would surely upset Sylvia. However, it was all within his expectations. But when he thought about his little map, to be honest, he didn't think Sylvia would accept it.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

"My request is actually very simple. I hope you can have lunch with my son."

His gaze was sincere and clear, seemingly genuine without any bad intentions. But the more sincere he appeared, the angrier Sylvia felt. If he had just straightforwardly talked about his interests, Sylvia wouldn't be so angry. But now that all his intentions had been exposed, yet he still made such a request, it was simply shameless. Sylvia was furious and didn't even bother to acknowledge him, saying directly,

"I refuse. Even if you don't want to see me in the future or whatever, I won't agree. What does it have to do with me if it's a matter between you and your son? Do you think you can still use me after you think I'm of no use anymore? Dream on. I won't give you any more chances to use me. Besides, I'll skip having a meal with your son. We've already had so many meals together before, and there's no need to continue. Regarding your son's identity, I do feel very sorry, but I'm not a saint. I can't cure him!"

After saying these words, Sylvia closed his eyes, clearly indicating his intention not to communicate further. Miles saw this scene and felt a headache coming on. Well, being rejected at this point was something he had expected. There wasn't anything particularly surprising about it. He just felt a bit sad when he thought about his son's disappointed face, but he couldn't blame Sylvia.

"Sorry, it was indeed presumptuous of me to make this request. It's right for you to refuse. I'll give you a satisfactory explanation for this matter. Rest well. If you need anything in the future, you can call me. Consider it my..."

Sylvia didn't want to hear him continue blabbering. None of the men who approached him had good intentions. They always wanted something from him, which made him extremely angry.

Regardless of his status or appearance, Sylvia wasn't bad. But among the people he came into contact with, besides friends and family, everyone else had ulterior motives.

"That's enough. I don't want to hear your long speeches anymore. I don't want to listen to anything you have to say. If there's nothing else, just leave. I won't contact you anymore in the future."

Sylvia pointed to the door and yelled. Miles nodded and left. In the end, he had managed to make Sylvia angry. When Miles left, Sylvia gradually calmed down. Regarding Miles' actions and what he wanted to achieve, it wasn't a big deal. The reason why he was angry was that even though Miles could have straightforwardly made this request, he didn't. Instead, he made Sylvia suffer from such unfounded accusations, which was the most unacceptable thing for him.

Also, it wasn't a problem to just have lunch with Jimmy. In reality, the child wasn't wrong. It was the adults whose minds were dirty, whose actions were wrong. Children would only speak out your thoughts and wouldn't do so many things.

Thinking about this, Sylvia couldn't help but feel angry. He couldn't help but wonder why he was angry about these things. They weren't particularly important, nor were they important people. Why did he care so much? He had already said what he wanted to say, so what was the point of brooding over it now?

The more Sylvia thought about it, the more irritated he became. He covered himself with the blanket and decided to sleep first. He would think about these things later when he woke up.

But it was hard to fall asleep. After a while, Sylvia couldn't sleep. He hesitated for a moment before taking out his phone and sending a message to the relatively relaxed Miranda.

Miranda seemed to be busy with something because she didn't respond to the message, as if she had disappeared. After waiting for a while and not receiving a response, Sylvia became even more irritable. Well, it seemed destined to be an outcome that he couldn't wait for. So he stopped worrying and stopped thinking about it. The truth would come out eventually, so he would wait and see. There was no need to think about it now.

After convincing himself, Sylvia finally fell asleep. But it wasn't peaceful. He dreamed about what had happened to him today and final encounter with his second brother Thinking about this, he was awakened in the middle of the night again. Then he called his big brother. If everything went as expected, his big brother should handle the matter concerning Cyril.

"Calling me in the middle of the night, can't you sleep?"

At this time, Bruce's voice sounded particularly clear, indicating that he should still be busy with work.. Thinking about this, Sylvia breathed a sigh of relief. He was worried that he would disturb his brother's rest.

"Brother, how did you deal with Cyril's matter?"

Bruce made a sound of acknowledgment, seeming somewhat surprised that Sylvia suddenly asked this question.

"Can't sleep in the middle of the night, just to ask me this? If you're calling me just to ask this question, then I think it's unnecessary. Why do you care so much about how he ends up?"

"Of course I have to care. He almost caused harm to me. Shouldn't I care about how he ends up in the end?"

"That's true, but I'm worried that you and the family will fall out again because of this. It'll be hard to say then."

"That's not the point. The point is, how did you deal with him in the end? Do you need me to take revenge for myself?"

Bruce laughed when he heard this, and then teasingly said,

"True, if you put it that way, he did save you today. If he hadn't saved you, you might have ended up with Miles. Who knows what Miles would have done to you? Then I can't guarantee what the outcome would have been."

That was the gist of what he said, but Sylvia still felt uncomfortable.

"That's not the point. The point is, how did you deal with him in the end? Do you need me to take revenge for myself?"