CHAPTER 48: CHAPTER 48: HOW ARROGANT!

What a "can’t bear it," what a "don’t want you to be too sad"...

Clearly, it’s a case of doing the act and still wanting to appear saintly, making oneself sound like a living Lei Feng.

Is the person in front of me really that young boy who once earned fifty USD from a part-time job, would skip meals but buy flowers for her with all his earnings?

No wonder, ever since the Wave Clan fell into decline, he never proactively called her even once.

Turns out, he had already found new love long ago.

Looking at Harry Snowpine in front of her, Vera Wave could only find it laughable; how could she have ever fancied him in the first place!

"Alright, breakup, huh? Fine!"

She gritted her teeth and was about to charge forward.

Her arm became heavy, and she had already been pulled back by someone.

"Let go!"

Vera shouted without turning her head.

The person released her arm, then something was stuffed into her hand, a heavy palm, with something cool and hard in the center, she didn’t even know what it was.

Vera, in her fury, had no mind for such things, and unable to find anything to strike with, she stepped forward and hurled whatever was in her hand at Harry Snowpine.

Seeing Vera grab a vase and swing it towards him, Harry instinctively pulled Mia Davis to dodge.

Bang!

A muffled bang, the slender neck of the porcelain vase shattered right on Harry’s head.

Shards of porcelain flew, and a blossom of blood already appeared on Harry’s brow.

His vision went dark, and he comically fell back onto the ground.

"Harry!"

Mia screamed aloud.

Seeing the porcelain pieces fly everywhere, Vera was also stunned in place.

A va...vase?!

She raised her right hand, looked at the celadon vase’s neck left in her hand, and turned to look behind.

In her sight, Kris Cooper was leaning against the restaurant’s reception desk, smiling at her.

"Keep going, it’s fine, just don’t hurt yourself. If you injure him, my husband will heal him; if you kill him, my husband will bury him!"

So arrogant!

"Harry!"

Mia, having never seen such chaos, was scared to tears, holding her phone trying to make a call, but her trembling fingers couldn’t press the numbers.

By this time, the reception had snapped out of shock, hurriedly rushing over to help Mia lift Harry up.

Security and the Manager had arrived at the sound, and seeing Harry’s face dyed red with blood, Vera was also stunned in place, her right hand gripping the celadon vase slightly trembling.

Coming over, Kris Cooper took the half vase from her hand, reached out to embrace her shoulders, and lifted his hand to press her stubborn little head against his chest.

He then took out his phone and called Tommy Taylor.

"There’s some trouble at the restaurant here, come over and handle it."

Hanging up, he held Vera as they walked away.

Mia finally snapped out of it and screamed aloud.

"You...you, stop, you’re not allowed to leave!"

"No wonder Dion Davis hasn’t earned much in twenty years, his IQ is truly a hindrance." Kris Cooper looked at her helplessly, "We’re going upstairs to eat, not leaving, you better care for the one in front of you, he does seem to be on the brink!"

Mia hurriedly looked at the unconscious Harry in her arms and just shouted in panic.

"Harry, don’t scare me, Harry..."

Retracting his gaze, Kris turned around, leading Vera upstairs to the VIP Lounge.

This little girl had never injured anyone this badly before, her mind was completely blank, and as he settled her into a chair, her fingers instinctively clung to his clothes.