Phoenix Rising: From Heartache to Heroism novel Chapter 141

The compensation and apology were fully delivered.

Violeta smiled, glancing at Wally, who looked defeated. She sarcastically remarked, "It looks like you need to learn more from your uncle."

Ivor's face flushed with embarrassment.

"What happened today was indeed his fault. We'll take full responsibility for the aftermath. Did he injure anyone? If he did, we'll cover the hospital expenses too."

Wally scowled and stated, "Uncle Ivor, it's our people who suffered."

"How dare you talk back!"

Ivor turned and slapped him. He scolded, "You ungrateful brat! When we get back, you're grounded. If you dare to leave the house again, I'll break your legs!"

Wally felt utterly wronged.

He had thought Ivor was there to back him up, but to his surprise, his usually indulgent uncle didn't side with him this time.

"Get in the car! Stop being an eyesore."

"Alright."

Wally entered the car with a grievance in mind.

The area's notoriously spoiled brat was now receiving childlike reprimands without daring to speak.

Ivor sincerely apologised, especially in front of Hayden.

Hayden doesn't remember him; therefore, Ivor's gestures did not leave a lasting impression.

Cyril was not one to make unreasonable demands. He accepted the compensation without further complaint.

Ivor offered to treat them to a meal, but they declined.

Half an hour later, under Ivor's supervision, the Houles practically refurbished the entire shabby shop.

Cyril sensed that Ivor's actions were more about showing respect to Hayden than genuine remorse.

In the backyard, Cyril approached Hayden and asked, "Is your father Glen Frost?"

"Yes," Hayden replied.

Cyril's expression changed, and he exhaled deeply.

"No wonder you mentioned having an Umber pen at home."

There was no need for Hayden to explain further; Cyril had already guessed his identity.

Jasper continued, "The Frosts donated the brush your great-grandfather made to a museum back then."

Such items were abundant in the Frosts.

They were antiques in others eyes.

In Hayden's eyes, they were just childhood playthings with no special significance.

...

Violeta handed the pen to Hayden.

Hayden found it amusing as he held the pen.

Violeta asked, "What's so funny? Do you not like it? Even though it's free, it's made by a master!"