He held Mia Brown, softly coaxing, "Besides, shouldn't you be happy that you have a kind son?"
Mia Brown glared at him, coldly snorting in anger, "I'm not happy at all, if kindness costs you your life, I'd rather you were an utterly evil overlord."
She was afraid that her son, being tenderhearted, would not be a match for Harry Hall, and would end up being utterly devoured by Harry. Her son's kindness was not something she could be joyful about.
The more she thought about it, the more she wished Harry Hall would immediately leave the Hall Clan, making the clan wholly her son's.
William Hall was still young, capable of helping his son for another two or three decades. Who knows, after thirty years, whether Harry would still have the capability to stir up any trouble.
Leo Hall did not respond to Mia Brown, but simply stretched languidly and said:
"Dad, Mom, you guys talk. My arm is still injured, I'm going upstairs to rest."
