Vital’s fat torso shook!
“How did you know Zachary was upstairs, no, how do you know Zachary?” asked Vital, full of shock and amazement.
Andrew didn’t bother and put the book down.
Extrapolating from this reaction of Vital, it was already basically known that it wasn’t her but Zachary who was actually attending the OU school.
And just now, when they went upstairs, they put Zachary in charge of transcribing the forgery.
Thinking about this, Andrew’s eyes had narrowed dangerously into a line.
Didn’t Zachary say that he lived in that silo, so why did he appear here now.
And it didn’t look like it was treated very well in this villa.
So, when Erika said that something big had happened to Zachary recently, there was a possibility that something would happen to him in this place?
“Classmate Andrew, so you know Zachary.” Mr. Dumoulin was a smart one, and quickly responded, smiling even brighter than a flower, “That’s really a coincidence, Zachary is my eldest daughter, wait for me, I’ll go and call her down right now!”
Mr. Dumoulin said and hurriedly walked quickly up the stairs.
Looking at the suddenly appearing Mr. Dumoulin, Zachary subconsciously went into a state of alert, “What do you want to do, but I have already transcribed the very difficult questions according to Vital’s requirements, don’t you want to use this matter as a blackmail, saying that you won’t go to give my mom a blood transfusion.”
Mr. Dumoulin changed his usual attitude, smilingly came to Zachary, “Aiya, how could dad not go, don’t worry about it, as long as it can make you . Mom quickly get well, even if it is to drain all the blood from my body, it does not matter.”
This attitude …
Zachary got goosebumps all over his body and became even more defensive, “What the hell do you want, just say it, don’t disgust me here.”
“Geez you kid!” Mr. Dumoulin couldn’t help but harbor anger in his heart, but still squeezed out a smile on his face, “Actually, I just want to ask you, how come you didn’t tell me about your acquaintance with Andrew?”
“Who?” Zachary asked rhetorically, “I don’t know the guy.”
Never heard of him.
Mr. Dumoulin sneered in his heart, thinking that Zachary was pretending to be confused.
How could he not recognize him, the other Andrew had already admitted it!
It’s just that he thinks he’s usually too bad, so even if he knows such a big shot, he’s still refusing to let him know that he’s getting the light.
What a selfish girl!
Mr. Dumoulin thought, once again rubbing his hands, “Well, what dad did before was really wrong, I will change it in the future, no, I will change it right now, oops, why is my baby girl still wearing such bad clothes.”
Zachary tugged at the corner of his mouth, “Because you took all my money away, I can only buy ground-up clothes.”
“That’s why daddy has to make it up to you, come on, choose one in your sister’s closet to change into first, and then daddy will take you to buy a new one later this afternoon.” Mr. Dumoulin, attentive as can be, dragged Zachary to the checkroom.
Downstairs, Vital was on the verge of going mad.
Ever since Andrew had asked that question, he had stopped talking to her.
Even when she took the initiative to talk to him, Andrew was too stingy to even give her a look.
It was as if he was treating her like a dead person.
Vital was stamping her feet in anger when she heard Mr. Dumoulin’s voice from upstairs, “Coming, coming, Zachary is here!”
Almost the instant the words fell, Andrew raised his head and looked upstairs.
Zachary had changed into a long, loose dress, her whole body swaying in it, but with an unexpected extra touch of coolness.
Vital followed suit and looked over, practically going crazy, even her voice started to get shrill, “This is my dress, Dad, how could you give Zachary, the bitch, a dress to wear!”
Bitch?
Andrew’s displeased and icy gaze immediately landed on Vital’s body, like a quenched arrow, making Vital instantly mute.