Seraphin's expression suddenly morphed, transforming into an icy look so cold it could freeze fire as he spat out,
"I'll kill you."
Atticus's expression didn't once change during this transition. In fact, he wasn't even the least bit surprised by this development.
In simpler terms, Atticus didn't give a damn why the smiling and hyper boy was suddenly showing such an intense amount of hatred towards him.
Now that the cat was out of the bag, there was only one thing Atticus wanted to do, the same thing he always did when faced with situations like this.
"I see, okay then," Atticus's calm voice suddenly rang out, making Seraphin's gaze narrow into pinpricks.
He had been expecting Atticus to be at least a bit surprised by this sudden development, but Atticus looked completely unfazed, as though he had been expecting it from the start.
Atticus's cold words continued,
