"What did you say? Brother Russo is making a fuss? And then? I didn't catch the rest."
"..."
Rowan Benett suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
"Rowan, go get two pounds of garlic from the kitchen," Joel Russo's calm voice sounded.
Feeling like he had narrowly escaped death, Rowan asked in confusion, "Garlic? What do we need garlic for?"
"Go and get it," Joel's voice turned stern.
"Oh!"
Arabella Vanderbilt was also puzzled, "What do we need garlic for?"
Joel said nothing and instead placed a peeled lychee into Arabella's mouth.
Ten minutes later—
"Brother Russo, here's the garlic!"
"Hmm. Eat it," Joel commanded.
Rowan was dumbfounded, "…What?"
With an unflappable tone, Joel insisted, "You eat it."
"Why? I don't want to eat it! How can I meet people with my mouth full of garlic breath?"
Joel didn't speak again, but Salma Lula chuckled softly beside him.
"So, Young Master Benett, perhaps you shouldn't think about giving anyone artificial respiration in the future."
