"Care to explain?" Vincent said. His tone was light, as if this whole thing was just a passing topic he couldn't be careless about.
But Vincent was unique in that way. He always seemed to be aloof and gentle. Even though he was actually the worst monster in the room.
Vincent darted his smile towards Vernon, but his smile didn't reach his eyes. His eyes were dark. They bore malicious intentions, ready to kill Vernon in a split second if the accusation was true.
Honestly, Vernon could definitely crush his Big bro in a real fistfight. In fact, he was one hundred percent sure that he could stomp him quickly.
But he was playing a long game here and wouldn't allow his plans to get ruined.
Thus, he masked his shocked expression with a quick answer, "I just— I don't know what this old hag is doing, accusing me of something so unspeakable. I think this dying bitch is trying to make us fight, Big bro."
