"What I’m trying to say is... forget uttering such deadly poisons."
Sometimes, the Bennets wondered if Atlas saw everything as a competition. Zoren was already intense, but Atlas just had to be more intense. The thing was, they knew Atlas wasn’t trying to compete. His level of intensity was just unnecessarily leveling up.
"No way!" Penny gasped, squeezing herself to Zoren’s side. "Why would I forget the very words that are not even close to expressing my feelings for my husband?"
Zoren’s subtle smile stretched a little more, his lips pursing to stop himself from smiling like a fool. Atlas, on the other hand, narrowed his eyes at Zoren. Atlas had to admit that Zoren’s gleeful reaction was disappointing him.
"There were other ways or phrases to express your feelings. Don’t be lazy. Be creative," Atlas suggested nonchalantly. "If you don’t believe me, then go ahead and kill your husband."
"Atlas, don’t say such things!" Allison scolded. "Stop using such violent words, please!"
"Just how intense can you be?" Charles wondered, concerned about something else. Even though Atlas lectured these two, Penny would never listen to him. Moreover, after observing his daughter and Zoren over the past few months, he had to secretly admit that his daughter was a bad influence between Penny and Zoren.
That was a secret discovery he planned to take to his grave. In other words, even if Zoren honored Atlas’s lectures, Penny would still influence him. His eldest son was just wasting his breath.
"I didn’t know saying I love you could kill," Hugo muttered, his face relaxing as he felt at ease. He giggled and turned his attention to his father. "I love you, Dad—ack!"
"Hugo, telling your father you love him with such intention—Is this how I raised you?" Allison huffed, her palm throbbing after smacking her son’s head. Who would have thought Hugo’s head was so hard? She hadn’t even put much effort into the smack, but it seemed like her son had trained whatever muscle or nerve that was surrounding his skull.
Hugo scratched his head, only to see Charles smirking at him.
"My second son, don’t worry. As a parent, even if you wish for me to die, I wouldn’t mind," Charles said, placing a hand on his son’s shoulder and squeezing it until Hugo’s face twisted in pain. "I love you too, son—ack!"
Charles gasped, looking back at his wife in disbelief. "Allison!"
"Is this what you’re teaching your sons?" she replied, clearly displeased by Hugo and Charles’s humor.
How could they joke about this?!
Meanwhile, Penny ignored her second brother and father, as she was already used to it. Instead, she focused her attention on looking at her husband appreciatively.
"Don’t listen to them, Renren," she cooed, her face beaming. "Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll get used to it because I’ll say it every day, starting today — I love you!"
Her face brightened, leaning in to place a quick kiss on his cheek. But when Penny drew back, the smile on her face faded slightly as she noticed Zoren’s face slowly turning red.
"Tell him to breathe," Atlas commented, peeling his back from the chair, as it seemed Zoren was choking. "Penny...? Tell him to breathe...!"
The sudden panic in Atlas’s usually flat voice stopped everyone, making them look at Zoren. When their eyes landed on him, Hugo gasped as tiny red drops dripped from Zoren’s right nostril.
"Hah..." Hugo scoffed in shock. "This is why we should listen to First Brother. He’s never wrong."
Meanwhile...
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