Chapter 897: Chapter 897 A Good Meeting Ends Well_1
George River was stunned, and so was the crowd watching.
This scene was not uncommon, but for a love triangle showdown to suddenly turn into a display of affection was perhaps too rapid a transition.
How could anyone stand it!
The bystanders were so incensed they almost toppled over this heap of dog food.
Fortunately, the couple shared but a brief, innocent kiss.
Arnold Simmons held the soft waist of the girl in his arms and looked coldly at the disheartened George River before him, "George River, you’re not young this year either, it’s normal to date. When it’s over, it’s over; no need to cling on hopelessly. If you’re frustrated, find your own way to vent. If you don’t know how to handle these things, I wouldn’t mind finding someone to teach you."
Hannah leaned in Arnold’s arms, her voice soft in agreement, her cheeks flushed, "Yeah, if you really don’t know how, let Uncle Arnold Simmons teach you, he’s quite impressive."
Arnold rubbed Hannah’s head, his expression unchanging as he took the conversation in stride, "Not bad, some things come naturally and can’t be taught to others."
Hannah couldn’t help but laugh, and after a moment of serious contemplation, she looked at the enraged George River with a sigh, "That’s true, the kid has grown up; it’s time for him to learn to grow up by himself."
Her unexpectedly motherly tone confused everyone.
Are you really okay with openly flaunting your relationship like this?
The most infuriated was George River, watching the two in front of him chatter away as if he had been forgotten. He roared, "What nonsense uncle, Arnold, how are you any elder of mine!"
After he had shouted, Arnold just glanced at him indifferently, his face unruffled, showing no emotion.
Instead, Hannah looked at him with disappointment.
As if looking at a child who had disrespected an elder, disappointed, truly disappointed.
George River was so choked up he felt like he was suffocating, veins bulging on his neck.
The commotion here had disturbed others nearby.
Jimmy Simmons wasn’t concerned about Tiffany Lynch, who had suddenly disappeared; instead, he paid special attention to the recounted events.
He hadn’t expected George River to actually cause such a scene in front of Arnold.
Although he felt uncomfortable at the thought, Arnold’s strength was indeed above theirs.
Just thinking about it was irritating.
Whenever Jimmy felt annoyed, he wanted to stir things up. It was unreasonable for him to bear everything alone, and soon, he ordered someone to make a call.
Over there, not long after George River had shouted his forceful words, he received an order from his grandfather.
It was just one sentence, "Apologize to your uncle."
George River was so angry he felt he might explode. He stood ramrod straight, yet always seemed to be one step lower than Arnold.
The oppressive aura emanating from Arnold seemed to come from deep within his bones, tinged with a bloodthirsty madness. It was as though he had walked straight off a battlefield strewn with corpses. A single glance from him could send shivers down one’s spine.
George River refused to submit, but now he had no choice but to bow his head.
Like Jimmy Simmons before, he clenched his teeth and reluctantly called out, "Uncle."
With this address, the people around generally understood—the drama was nearly over.
Second Young Master Simmons was still the supreme, authoritative figure who brooked no defiance.
Hannah, nesting comfortably in Arnold’s arms, heard George River’s reluctant address and smiled, "George River, since you call him uncle, the next time you see me, you should call me Auntie."
When she smiled, her eyes curved like crescent moons, hiding a galaxy of stars, beautifying her like a painting. The tender words she spoke were irritatingly provoking.
With her words landing upon him, George River sobered up completely.
