That old man Giovanni was good at nothing else, but he sure knew how to disgust people.
At least Heiduo felt he could never speak in such a bizarre tone.
"You're not—"
Silver slowly backed away, shaking his head with disbelief written all over his face.
Yet the photograph Giovanni pulled from his pocket, showing an adult holding a red-haired child, along with the handkerchief embroidered with his name, all proclaimed the relationship between him and Giovanni.
"!!!!"
Silver's sensitive nerves were struck. He sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes widening as though he had gone stupid.
"Silver!"
Giovanni stepped forward, trying to embrace him and savor the joy of a father and son reuniting.
"Stop! Don't come any closer! I don't want to see you!"
But all Giovanni received was Silver's icy rebuke and his retreat to Heiduo's side.
At that moment—
No matter how foolish Giovanni was, he understood that Silver was rejecting him. The powerful middle-aged man suddenly fell silent, then coughed a few times, clutched his chest, and dropped to one knee.
"Guh!"
The agony on his face did not seem fake.
It gave the impression of an acute heart attack.
Silver froze.
"Ah-ha, I knew it. Just like some TV drama."
Heiduo, watching from the sidelines, sighed. Who the hell wrote this script? It was way too melodramatic. Giovanni had talked to him for so long without having an episode, but the moment he met Silver, he got sick?
If Heiduo had not known that Giovanni genuinely had health problems, he might have thought the man was faking it to win sympathy.
He slowly walked over and patted Giovanni on the back. "You okay?"
"None of your business! Where's Silver? Bring my son over here!"
Even while having an episode, Giovanni was still as