As everyone quickly averted their gazes, Liam himself simply sneered before scoffing, “Come again, Zivon…?”
Walking right up to Liam, Zivon replied, “You heard what I said… Are you not meeting your elder for the first time…? Don’t you think it’s only right to kneel before her while presenting your gift? Don’t tell me that your actions are actually superficial…?”
Naturally, his words caused Liam to glare at him. Just as Liam was about to retort, however, Zivon added, “Remember how sincere I was when I first met everyone two decades ago, Liam…? You’ll just be kneeling for a while in front of my mother, Liam. Is it that hard for you to do…?”
Back then, Hershel had told him to serve everyone a cup of tea. When it came to the ten-year-old Liam, however, he had told Zivon to serve him tea on his knees, saying that the boy wasn’t sincere enough. Since Zivon had still been a frightened child at the time, he was forced to kneel for hours till his knees hurt…
Knowing what Zivon was referring to, all Liam could do was clench his fists. It took him a while, but he eventually growled, “…Of course, I’m fine with kneeling, but now that I think about it, my gift isn’t that worthy after all… Don’t worry, I’ll prepare her some better tea and an even better gift to present to her after this…”
Following that, Liam gestured for his assistant to take the gift away, prompting Zivon to sneer. With that out of the way, he sat at the table before saying, “I’m moving back in for the time being since I got into a fight with Xav.”
Frowning slightly, Keith replied, “…At a time like this?”
Rubbing his temple, Zivon grumbled, “She’s been getting more and more stuck up now that she’s pregnant and knows that she has the palace behind her back… I’m just giving her some room to calm down.”
Annoyed by that response, Keith replied, “…Uncle Zivon, pregnant women have it hard enough. Don’t you think you should be more considerate to her? What kind of husband even are you?”
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