London's Regret

Aldebar pulled out a small bottle from his pocket and pointed it at London with a mischievous smile.

"I already made it."

London gasped. He didn't think his uncle had made immortality potion for L even before he asked. Then what for did he deliberately talk so much to London about thinking about everything carefully?

"Huh? Uncle..." He was astonished. "What if I hadn't asked for it earlier?"

Aldebar only pointed at Terry, who had just come out with his best look. The young man looked unquestionably handsome with a clean white shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows and pants that matched the suit he had draped over his shoulder.

"I asked for it," Terry said nonchalantly. "I'm sure you'd be too panicked to think clearly. If you don't want to marry that singer, I don't mind marrying her. She's very beautiful and sexy."

Terry was only joking, but he deliberately put on a serious face to tease his brother.