Chapitre 183: 183 Uncle Gossip, chasing wife to the crematorium?

Old Master knew that his youngest son had deep feelings for his deceased daughter-in-law. He intended to have a heart-to-heart with him, to comfort him with a few words, but his long-brewed emotions were disrupted by a few abrupt remarks from his son.

"Tell him to roll,"

This rebellious son usually didn't listen, and now he actually scampered off promptly!

How could their family even produce such creatures!

"Finn Hale—" Old Master frowned.

"Dad, it's late. I'll go greet mom and ask you to head back to your room to sleep."

"…"

That single sentence completely silenced Old Master.

Although it's said that both the palms and backs of the hands are made of flesh, as the child of his old age, the old lady couldn't help but favor him a bit more.

The old lady had suffered in her youth and was left frail, so after having two sons, she never conceived again, and after examinations, they said it was very difficult for her to get pregnant; probably doctor speak for no hope at all.