Chapter 155 It Is All Because Of You
She passed a pack of tissue paper to Iris and shoved everything else to Carter. Then, she strode toward
Vinson.
âVinson.â
The moment Arielle walked over, the little boy ran toward her happily and was about to hug her thigh.
Before he could touch Arielleâs leg, he felt his collar tighten around his neck. The next moment, his feet
dangled mid-air as someone lifted him up.
The little boy turned around in surprise but saw that it was Vinson who carried him. He looked so serious.
âDidnât your family teach you that men and women should not be too intimate with each other?â
When the little boy met Vinsonâs cold gaze, he was instantly terrified.
Even adults could not bear looking at Vinsonâs cold gaze, let alone a child like him.
The boy raised his head and burst into tears.
His mother ran over subconsciously. However, when she was a metre away, she stopped in her tracks
hesitantly.
She⦠felt too shameless to protect her son.
His son was grateful to his saviors, but not her. It was no wonder that everyone else chided her.
She should not have acted in that manner.
When Arielle saw the motherâs downcast expression, she paused for a while before saying, âVinson,
return the child to his mother. You have scared him.â
Vinson scrunched his nose. Iâve never raised any children, so how would I know that theyâre scared so
easily? How troublesome!
Carrying the little boy, Vinson placed him in front of his mother and said without any expression, âIâm
going to return this crybaby to you. Donât let me hear you say something stupid again.â
Children were very forgetful. After being shocked, he immediately pounced into his mother arms.
The woman quickly hugged him back.
It was only until her son hugged her that she finally felt relief that her son was still alive.
âMy son⦠Itâs all my faultâ¦â Hugging her son, she started to sob.
She only stopped crying after a long while. Glancing at Arielle, she opened her mouth and tried to say
something. However, all she did, in the end, was to bow toward Arielle while carrying her son.
Actions spoke louder than silence. That bow represented all her grateful and apologetic feelings.
Iâm sorry, and thank you.
Arielle nodded slightly at herâa sign of forgiveness.
The woman yelled and slapped her out of panic, not because she had vicious intentions. If Arielle had
lost her adoptive parents and brother, she would not even know how she could survive.
Hence, she understood how the woman felt.
Reading her mind, Vinson snorted softly and said, âYouâre the good person, while Iâm the villain.â
Feigning anger, Arielle glared at him and said, âWho are you to say that? Didnât you promise me that
youâll come down as soon as possible? Donât you know that you almost scared me⦠and Carter to
death?â
When Vinson heard the first half of her sentence, a brooding look crossed his eyes. However, after she
finished speaking, the look quickly disappeared.
Pouting slightly, he mumbled, âItâs all because of youâ¦â
Arielle did not catch that and asked in confusion, âWhat did you say?â
Vinson retrieved something from his inner pocket and tossed it casually into her arms.
Arielle subconsciously grabbed it and glanced down. It was a yellowish notebook.
She asked in confusion, âWhatâs this?â
Vinson said calmly, âI donât know if this is what youâre looking for, but just take a look at it. Iâll ask Carter
what happened.â
As he spoke, he walked toward Carter without sparing a second glance at Arielle.
She gazed at Vinsonâs back, thinking that he looked like an arrogant brat.
What is this?