Sir, You Are Drunk

As Quentin and Keely were chased out, their expressions were not good.

Keely glared at Quentin with hatred and contempt, his words full of sarcasm.

"This is your son. This kind of unfilial son, I might as well kill him!"

"Keely, how can you say that? If it weren't for this child, my mother would not have agreed to us being together." Quentin could not stand her sarcasm.

He knew that Seamus was the only boy in the Powell family, who was going to carry on the heir of the Powell family. Now that he was injured and lying in the hospital, she was upset and lost her temper. He did not argue with her.

"Are you still thinking of that bitch Vivian for retorting me?"

Quentin pinched the space between his eyebrows. He was very tired. Every time the two of them quarreled over the years, she would always use this matter to criticize him.

In the past, he could endure it, but now he had a bit of a temper.