Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 513

Antonio added oil to the oil lamp. The temple hall was ablaze with smoke and fire, and the strong smell of sandalwood almost suffocated people. However, he was calm here and did not take it seriously. After putting down the oil can, he planned to kneel back on the futon. Suddenly, a servant came in hurriedly and said, “Sir… Master White is here.”

Antonio was not surprised. He took out three sticks of incense and lit them. He said lightly, “Since he’s here, invite him in.”

Harold stepped into the hall and said coldly. “You don’t have to invite me.

Antonio turned to look at him and said, “You came at the right time. Tomorrow is your mother’s death anniversary. Since you don’t want to pay her respect, come and offer her two incense”

Beside the Buddha statue, Leilani’s memorial tablet was extremely dazzling. After a moment of silence, Harold took the incense stick from Antonio’s hand and bowed three times to the memorial tablet. Then, he inserted the incense stick into the incense burner and said, “I will go see her this year.”

Antonio was a little surprised. “Why?”

Harold stared at him and said, “I found someone I want to spend the rest of my life with, so I want to bring her to meet my elders.”

A smile finally appeared on Antonio’s peaceful expression. “A person you want to spend the rest of your life with?”

“Father, don’t you know?” Harold laughed. “If you don’t know how much I value Crystal, why would you want to kill her?”

“I want her to die, but this time, I just did it for convenience. You can’t blame me.” Antonio slowly turned the red sandalwood beads around his wrist. “I owe someone a favor, so I can’t refuse to repay it.”

Harold suppressed the anger in his eyes. “Father, I’ve been living peacefully with you for the past few years. I have no intention to fight you.”

Antonio raised his eyes.

What resembled Antonio the most was Harold’s pair of eyes. Those eyes were not the kind of that a person who had lived in a temple for many years would have. They were so intense that they eyes

were about to drown people. The sticky and black liquid slowly flowed in his eyes. In the end, he suppressed all of this and showed a kind smile. “I have never interfered with your affairs, so don’t interfere with my affairs.”

Harold squatted down in front of him and looked into his father’s eyes. He grabbed his collar and said in a cold voice, “Since you like Leilani so much and she has been dead for 20 years, why are you still alive?”

Being treated like this by his son, Antonio was not angry. He said, “Have you forgotten who the most d*mned person is?”

He revealed a malicious smile. “Harold, have you forgotten how many times she tried to strangle you to death in the middle of the night when you slept on the same bed as your mother when you were young?” NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Harold froze.

That suffocating feeling was like having necrosis. After so many years, he thought that he had already forgotten it. However, when Antonio mentioned it, he suddenly understood. It wasn’t that he forgot it, but rather that it had already been carved into the depths of his bones and blood.

“Her last wish is to kill you, isn’t it?” Antonio pulled his hand away, straightened his collar, and said, “You are not dead yet, so how can I die?”

Harold slowly stood up and looked down at Antonio.

“Father,” Harold said, “You’re so disgusting.”

Antonio remained unmoved and continued to turn the beads.

“Mother doesn’t like you because you don’t deserve it.”

Antonio’s fingers tightened, and the prayer beads made of small red sandalwood were scattered all over the ground, creating a crackling sound.

“If you attack Crystal again,” Harold said in a low voice “There won’t be another Silent Temple for you to hide like a mouse for twenty years.”