Chapter 832: Chapter 832: Nothing Strange_1
The torrential rain poured down, the cake wrapped in the cardboard box was casually tossed into a puddle of dirty water by Jimmy Simmons, then mercilessly crushed underfoot.
The young man lay in the rain, covered in bruises and mud, but his eyes were emotionless, ink-black, intently observing the mess on the ground.
Jimmy Simmons stood by, mocking with a rogue’s smile, "Uncle, I’m really sorry for ruining the cake you bought, but you should eat less of this cheap stuff, otherwise you’ll get diarrhea."
After he finished speaking, he exchanged a smile with George River, and the gang of hooligans encircling them, following George’s lead, took a trash can and tipped garbage onto Arnold Simmons.
It reeked.
Jimmy Simmons pinched his nose with disgust and stepped on Arnold’s right hand, pressing down hard and grinding it back and forth until the hand was a bloody pulp, and then he finally withdrew his foot with satisfaction.
On the side, George River kicked the barely recognizable cake towards Arnold in revulsion, "Here’s your thing, returned to you."
The sweet scent of the cake had long been washed away by the rain, mingled with a faint smell of blood; the sight was nauseating. The red and green cream oozed out from the cardboard, appearing both cheap and comical.
"A bastard like you only deserves this mud."
Jimmy Simmons sneered, turning to leave with his entourage.
The rain continued until the evening but didn’t fully stop, yet it didn’t prevent the Simmons family from reveling all night; Old Sir Simmons hosted a banquet to celebrate the birthday of his only grandson.
Jimmy Simmons wore a pure white suit, beaming with confidence, showing no trace of the ferocity he exhibited when tyrannizing Arnold during the day.
People almost queued up to offer their blessings.
In a corner, Arnold bore the pain of his injuries, clutching his wet, footprint-stained textbook, watching the distant revelry, and turned to leave.
After that, he never celebrated his own birthday again.
Even after he became the person in charge of the Simmons family, no one dared to mention the matter. People only knew it was one of the Second Young Master Simmons’ taboos, but no one other than him knew the whole story.
Of course, now Hannah knew too.
Calculating the days, Arnold’s birthday was also almost upon them.
Perhaps because a fall had passed, Jinlian recently became very "maternal," mourning at the sight of anything for a good while, even shedding tears at the sight of falling leaves.
Now hearing Arnold’s tragic past instantly pushed the previous thoughts of Vincent to the back of her mind, "Master, if you celebrate the villain’s birthday, he will surely be touched."
That’s how it’s written in the novels.
The kind and cute heroine warms the lonely hero with her love, celebrating the birthday he never had, and the feelings between them rapidly heat up.
Then, in the pitch-black night, they write together the harmony of human life!
Hannah cast her eyes down and twisted the water bottle in her hand, tossing it into the nearby trash can, her voice slow and flat, "I’ve never celebrated a birthday either, it’s nothing strange."
"Master, I think you could try making a cake for the villain, and then..." Jinlian suddenly froze, looking up, "What did you just say, Master?"
Hannah stepped towards the stairs, "Nothing."
Jinlian hurried after her, "Hey, Master, you didn’t say that just now, I heard it, you said you’ve never had a birthday, is it because no one celebrated it for you, or do you not remember your own birthday..."
