"I'm sorry, Mr. Jake, our family was out of line." Ancel Wilson said reluctantly.
Theophilus sneered, glanced at Harold, and asked: "And you?"
"I, sir, sir!" Harold's face turned red, stammering and stuttering.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Jake, I made you angry." Harold looked at Amethyst's angry face and could only swallow his pride, bowing his head to apologize, but the flames of anger in his heart grew even more substantial.
He didn't understand why the eldest of the Wilson family, like himself, had to apologize to a quack doctor. How charming was Theophilus that even Amethyst supported him?
"Be more careful in the future." Theophilus said coldly, not paying attention to them anymore. He and Amethyst walked into the mansion.
The faces of all the Wilsons present turned pale. They watched Theop
