Chapter 974

Everyone was at a loss for words. There was a long silence.

Xavier’s smile froze a little, but he eventually laughed and reached out his hand to Quinton cheerfully.

“Ah, you’re an old friend! I’ve heard so much about you!”

“We’re indeed old friends.” Quinton had a cold look in his eyes. He said, smiling, “After all, there were many times when I wanted to chop you up and feed you to crocodiles!”

“Hahaha! Quinton, you’re such a funny man!” Xavier pointed at Quinton. “I thought Stefan had beaten you into depression. Is that why you’ve been hiding in Water Dock?”

“You must be joking, Mr. Stuart. Do I look depressed? You can try to find out.”

“If I do, I’ll die.”

The two men were going back and forth with smiles on their faces, but it felt like they were fighting it out with their words.

Renee and Leia held each other’s hands and retreated to the side, afraid of being accidentally injured.

“Okay. Have you had enough? Can you stop fighting? Don’t block the entrance and hinder traffic.”

Renee held Adie and Abby and said to them, “My loves, he’s the uncle I’ve mentioned before. Isn’t he very dear? Call him Uncle Quinton.”

“Uncle Quinton!” The two little ones greeted Quinton adorably.

“Oh, Adie, Abby. I finally get to see you! Come and let me hug you!” Quinton wanted to keep fighting with Xavier, but his anger faded when he saw the two little ones. He squatted down and picked them up in excitement.

“Uncle, why are you wearing a mask like Daddy Q? Do you know Daddy Q?” Adie asked Quinton curiously, trying to remove Quinton’s mask.

“Hey, Adie! Don’t touch my mask!” Quinton stopped him with a stern expression.

“Why?”

“My face was disfigured by some bad guys. I have a really big scar, so I don’t want to scare you,”

Quinton explained honestly.

Little Abby said sweetly, “It’s fine, Uncle Quinton. You’re our dearest uncle, so we won’t be scared. The scar isn’t a big deal. It’s just your unique mark – no one else has it!”

“Umm…” Quinton had a heart made of stone, but Abby’s words softened him. He had not felt this way in a long time.

“Adie, Abby. Don’t be rude to Uncle Quinton. He has his reasons for wearing a mask, so don’t pester him. Besides, isn’t it cool to wear a mask?” Renee lectured her children sternly.

Renee knew Quinton’s face had always been a wound in his heart. It was normal for him to hide his scar, and Renee had always respected his decision.

“It’s okay. If the kids are curious, I can take it off. We’re a family. There’s no need to be so secretive,”

Quinton said and took off his mask.

Quinton had a long and deep scar across his face. It was crooked and spread from the end of his left eye to the right corner of his mouth. It was as if the scar split his face in half!

Everyone was shocked but did not say much. They cared about Quinton’s self-esteem and did not want to hurt him. However, the surrounding passers-by’s responses were hurtful – they screamed in fright and retreated a few metres away.