Evening.
Lake came downstairs right on time and went to his downstairs neighbor Cassel's house for dinner.
Alexis was delighted by Lake's arrival. Of course, where one person was happy, another was unhappy. Cassel had undoubtedly taken on the role of the unhappy one.
After all...
Lake was like an unexpected third wheel.
And besides.
At the dinner table.
Lake watched Alexis pull out ten dollars with a sullen expression and hand it to Cassel. He asked curiously, "Did you two make some kind of bet?"
Alexis looked at Lake. "I bet Dad that there was absolutely no way Uncle Lake would make big news on his very first day back at work."
Lake: "..."
For some reason, Lake suddenly felt a twinge of guilt, as though he had betrayed their trust.
After collecting the ten dollars, Cassel's expression improved somewhat. He had clearly become a wealthy man from writing novels, yet he still loved money this much.
And he had even conned money out of a child—his own daughter, at that.
Lake found this utterly shameful.
If he had a daughter, he would definitely make enough money to send her to the best school. As for spending money on cheats and gacha draws—heh, what cheat could be more important than his own daughter?
In fact.
Lake did have a Little Cotton-padded Jacket, but his situation was somewhat special.
Alexis looked at the report in the New York Evening News, blinked, and turned to Lake. "Uncle Lake, the report says this person got into the car accident because you were chasing him."
Lake shook his head. "I wasn't driving. I was in the passenger seat."
He absolutely refused to take the blame for this.
Besides, the person who hit that guy was a heavy truck, not their police car.
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