Griffin King stepped forward to release him, "You'd better listen to Old King and not a word otherwise. Be honest afterward, and I'll see if I can put in a good word with Ivy River. Sigh."
"No need. I know exactly what I'm doing."
Cyrus Brown's eyes were filled with resentment.
Griffin King was startled, "I warn you, don't act recklessly. Even opening a clinic at home would be better for your reputation. Behave."
"You don't need to take care of me."
"Not needing me to take care of you? Fine, then go home and explain things to your mom. Don't let her worry about you. She's getting older and still has to stress over you because of Auntie. If it weren't for her, do you think I'd bother with you?!"
By the end of his words, Griffin King was grinding his teeth and even landed a couple of punches directly on him.
Cyrus Brown whispered, "You're not really going to tell my mom, are you? Surely you don't have to."
