Phoenix Rising: From Heartache to Heroism

Chapter 141 Take It to My Grave

The compensation and apology were fully delivered.

Violeta smiled, glancing at Wally, who looked defeated. She sarcastically remarked, "It looks like you need to learn more from your uncle."

Ivor's face flushed with embarrassment.

"What happened today was indeed his fault. We'll take full responsibility for the aftermath. Did he injure anyone? If he did, we'll cover the hospital expenses too." Wally scowled and stated, "Uncle Ivor, it's our people who suffered."

"How dare you talk back!"

Ivor turned and slapped him. He scolded, "You ungrateful brat! When we get back, you're grounded. If you dare to leave the house again, I'll break your legs!" Wally felt utterly wronged.

He had thought Ivor was there to back him up, but to his surprise, his usually indulgent uncle didn't side with him this time.

"Get in the car! Stop being an eyesore."

"Alright."

Wally entered the car with a grievance in mind.

The area's notoriously spoiled brat was now receiving childlike reprimands without daring to speak.

Ivor sincerely apologised, especially in front of Hayden.

Hayden doesn't remember him; therefore, Ivor's gestures did not leave a lasting impression.

Cyril was not one to make unreasonable demands. He accepted the compensation without further complaint.

Ivor offered to treat them to a meal, but they declined.

Half an hour later, under Ivor's supervision, the Houles practically refurbished the entire shabby shop.

Ivor's actions were more about showing respect to Hayden than

Cyril approached Hayden and asked, "Is your father

"Yes," Hayden replied.

and he exhaled

you mentioned having an Umber pen

was no need for Hayden to explain further; Cyril had

continued, "The Frosts donated the brush your great-grandfather made to

were abundant

antiques in

just childhood playthings with no special

...

the pen to

amusing as he held the

Do you not like it? Even though it's free, it's made by a

away one pen, only

have donated

special meaning for

it well and take

it

The phrase sounded odd.

so much, Violeta didn't

earning some money. That evening, they enjoyed roasted lamb on the prairie. After several days of

big, but it was noticeable on her

like a red mole from

went downstairs for

did

all the roasted meat we've been

again and said, "I need to