Chen Rui completely ignored Garfield's anger and showed Gralin an apologetic expression. "When a tree grows large, it is bound to have withered branches. Even our Roland Royal House cannot avoid having ill-mannered, discourteous people like this. Lord Gralin, please forgive the laughable sight."
"I understand." Gralin cooperatively sighed. "However, Prince Garfield, as an imperial prince, I think you truly ought to pay more attention to your conduct. This is not how an elder brother should treat his younger brother—especially brothers who have only been reunited after years of separation. I trust His Majesty Rex would not wish to see you like this either."
Watching the two sing the same tune, the venom in Garfield's eyes deepened. Yet he knew he absolutely could not lash out. If this matter blew up, with Gralin as such a weighty "witness," he would be the only one to suffer. He felt so stifled he could barely breathe.
Garfield was no ordinary person, and he swiftly calmed down. With a dry laugh, he said, "Lord Gralin is right. I was discourteous. Third Brother, I shall take my leave first. The days ahead are long, and we brothers will have plenty of chances to grow close. You must take good care of yourself."
"That's right, Second Brother. I too greatly look forward to the day you regain your former vigor." Chen Rui seemed not to understand the threat in Garfield's words and spoke with utter sincerity.
This bastard really knew which pot not to open and insisted on lifting its lid. The veins at Garfield's temples nearly burst with blood. Barely suppressing the rage in his heart, he gave a cold snort and left the hall without looking back.
Watching Second Prince Garfield—the man who had repeatedly persecuted him and his family—leave in fury after