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Chapter 76 Getthe Green One Finished The teen, who moments ago had boasted about his fighting prowess, rose compliantly, following the girl upstairs. Despite this, he continued to extol his own virtues. "Hey, Milly, wasn't I something just now? Lettell you, I've got Taekwondo skills-I'm at the fourth level!" "Yeah, impressive stuff, Anthony," Milly replied casually, her tone acknowledging.

"Absolutely, lettell you, if it wasn't for me, Mr. Jonathan would have been a mess. I would've laid into him until he looked like a wreck, punch after punch!" Anthony boasted, his tone swelling with pride.

There was no need to see Anthony's face. He must be smug about himself.

Jonathan, overhearing this, let out a derisive snort, feeling a twinge of embarrassment on Anthony's behalf. The idea of Anthony landing punch after punch was laughable, especially boasting about being a fourth-level Taekwondo practitioner-utterly shameless! The more Jonathan ruminated, the more his irritation grew, his fist clenching tightly on the sofa. Suddenly, a tingling sensation shot through his palm, drawing his attention.

Opening his hand, he noticed a bloodstain, likely from scraping it during the earlier scuffle with Anthony. His gaze flicked involuntarily toward the stairs, where two figures had already vanished.

Beside him, Stephanie lounged comfortably, enjoying fruit peeled by a servant, her attention fixed on the TV. Sensing his gaze, she looked over in confusion. "What's up, Jonathan?" she inquired.

Jonathan pursed his lips, displaying his bloodied hand. “Nothing," he muttered dismissively.

It iss nothing, really-a minor wound hardly worth fussing over. Nobody should adopt Anthony's tic flair. After all, a scratch was just a scratch.

Hmph! Stephanie noticed his mood, blinked, and upon seeing that he seemed fine, swiftly commented, "Jonathan, that outfit you rocked on the TV show was killer, like it was tailored just for you. Fans are raving-you totally overshadowed Oliver!" "Is that right?" Jonathan glanced indifferently at the TV screen. A character he once revered now felt lackluster, weighing on his heart with a disquieting heaviness.

Jonathan lingered outside Milly's door, hesitating for a prolonged moment before rapping lightly.

Had he lost his bearings earlier? Jordan had instructed the staff to summon them for dinner, so why had he rushed up here? What was he doing? What if his actions were misconstrued by his shrewd new stepsister? Would Stephanie be displeased...? Milly's door stood slightly ajar, and through the crack, he caught snippets of their exchange.

"I don't want this, it's so lame. I'm a tough guy!" Balance: 638 196 Chapter 76 Getthe Green One "Fine, don't wear it "No, wait, I'll put it on. Let's go with the green one." 67% Finished Anthony grimaced at the green, cat-patterned band-aid on his hand, expressing disdain. “This band-aid totally ruins my macho vibe!" Milly tidied up the cotton swabs and alcohol, rolling her eyes.

You're barely even a college kid. There's nothing macho about you yet.

"Keep it dry for a few days. If you need to wash your hands, use a wet wipe," Milly reminded.

"Got it." Anthony nodded.

After tidying up, Milly rose and suggested, "Let's go, dinner's almost ready. Tto head downstairs." At the mention of descending, Anthony promptly slumped onto the table, groaning, "I don't wanna go down. My hand still stings a bit-it's too painful. I can't face dinner tonight." The mere thought of heading downstairs and facing that buffoon Jonathan ignited a spark of fury within Anthony. Once, he would've eagerly descended to confront him, but now, with his sister's band-aid protecting his hand, he couldn't risk it getting rubbed off.

Milly, unable to decipher Anthony's inner turmoil, heard his pained cry and assumed his distress was genuine. "Still hurting? "Chere, I'll blow on it for you. It'll soothe the pain," she offered, drawing from the comforting methods of their orphanage days, when Grandma would console them in similar ways.

While uncertain of its efficacy, she couldn't recall any residual pain after Grandma's ministrations, only a growing sense of case. So, it must have worked.

Anthony hadn't anticipated such a tender response to his casual outburst. His eyes lit up as he extended his hand.

Milly gently blew on the wound. "Feeling better?" Just as Anthony was about to nod, he paused. "Well, uh, I can still feel a wee bit of a sting there...

Milly lowered her head, blowing on it a few more times.

"It's improved, but still... ah!" Milly lightly tapped the unaffected area. "No taking advantage. Get up and let's head downstairs." "Okay." Anthony, comforted by Milly's care, grinned as he opened the door. However, his expression darkened upon seeing the figure waiting outside.

Balance: 638 +196 Chapter 76 Getthe Green One Jonathan, caught off guard by Anthony's swift response, felt momentarily flustered.

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Fortunately, his emergency training as an actor kicked in, and he quickly composed himself. Jordan asked Nto fetch you... let's head downstairs for dinner," he replied smoothly. Still simmering with irritation, Anthony responded tersely, "Fine."

Turning to Milly, he suggested, "Let's head downstairs expression betrayer." His m a hint of concern, wary of leaving her alone with Jonathan. Jonathan, observing their exchange, slid his hands into his pockets, his tone icy as he remarked, "Suit yourself." As he began to leave, he felt a gentle tug on his sleeve. Then, a soft voice spoke, “Anthony, you go Jonathan and I will cdown in a moment." ahead.

Anthony's eyes widened, his gaze akin to catching a traitor. "What?" "You, you, you..."he stammered, pointing at Milly's actions with the fervour of a husband catching his wife in infidelity.

Milly found his tics exasperating and sighed. "Anthony, just wait a moment. Can you givethree minutes? If I haven't cdown by then, you can cup and find me." Arms crossed, Anthony remained obstinate. “No, say it here.” Milly pursed her lips, noting his stubbornness "How about you tme? I promise to be back in front of you in three minutes, okay?" Clasping his teeth, Anthony begrudgingly agreed, his tone cold. "Fine, just three minutes. I'll start the timer.

He promptly retrieved his phone, starting the stopwatch with the precision of someone afraid of being even a second late.

Milly remained silent, a mixture of determination and resignation in her expression.

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