Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?

"...couldn't you beg her... convince her. You fool!"

Alves suddenly had a strange feeling deep inside of himself. He didn't know what to make of it first until the old woman got to him. And before he could tell what was happening, he felt the whooshing of warm and sharp air directed towards his face.

His reflex would had come to his aid, to deny the possibility of events to take the usual turn. But it had happened regardless. A smack across his face. A tough and hot slap.

Alves' jaws tightened as soon as the slap landed on his cheek. He didn't know what to feel at that moment. But one thing which was for sure was the fact that even if he was pissed out of his mind, there was little to nothing he could do.

Even if he wanted to carry or breed a hybrid of argument, the old woman's lips was starting to move,

"Why did you send my second away...?"

She let the words out. The words hit hin so suddenly that Alves didn't know when he muttered,

"Huh?"

Grandma had continued almost immediately. She was not even going to give him a cool.

"What a