Capítulo 90: Gaining the Upper Hand by Making Concessions

Timothy's eyes turned dark. He pursed his thin lips and said nothing.

"Tell me!" Old Madam Barker was anxious. She held her crutches and hammered it twice on the ground.

Timothy looked like he did not hear it at all and merely said, "You should go back to your room and rest, Grandma. I'm going to take a bath."

"You! You just want to piss this old lady off!"

Old Madam Barker asked that question two years ago as well, but he did the same thing and stayed quiet, refusing to say a single thing.

She also knew that no one could pry his mouth open if it was something he did not want to say.

Had he not lost his consciousness after getting drunk the previous day, he would not have called out Samantha's name that whole time.

Old Madam Barker sighed and could only compromise. "Fine. I won't ask again if you don't want to tell me, but there are some things that I—as an elder and someone who's lived longer than you—must remind you."