Miles Martin walked over and sat next to him: "Actually, you really don't have to be so angry. After all, it's just a matter of time, isn't it?"
Ethan Herd suddenly looked up: "Shut up..."
Miles Martin shrugged, "Want some water?"
"No."
But Miles Martin said, "Alright, I'll pour you a cup."
Ethan Herd gritted his teeth: "I said I don't want it."
Miles Martin came back with two cups of water: "Yeah, I heard you. But I think your voice sounds a bit hoarse, you should drink some water. As an elder and your future stepfather, it's only right for me to take care of you, no need to be polite."
Ethan Herd took a couple of angry breaths, oh man, what anger, this Old Fox, how can he be so shameless.
"You..."
Miles Martin smiled: "Want to chat about something? I'll keep you company?"
"No need, I really don't want to chat with you." Ethan Herd felt he couldn't keep looking at Miles Martin, or he might become the first person ever to die from anger at such a young age.
