Chapter 797
However, Vermont had always taken this incident to heart. At that time, he thought Marshall's grandpa was like his classmates.
They did not like him because his family made a fortune in the fishing business and was a little low-class.
After Vermont graduated, he started his business and achieved outstanding achievements in his field. Then, he gradually
understood that Marshall's grandpa looked down on him for his background. Even if he obtained his current status with his own
effort, for Marshall's grandpa, Vermont still did not have blue blood and will never meet his requirement.
Frederick was a typical old fogy born under feudal dogma. He was different from those who were snobs. Those snobs changed
their attitude according to the situation and entertained those with high popularity. As for Frederick, he never cared how
successful you were in the future. The pecking order was his way of treating people.
In Frederick's eyes, a rich and powerful family like Keegan's was gentility. In contrast, the ones like Vermont's who started
halfway were still commoners no matter how successful they were.
Vermont wondered, 'All these traditional rules had fallen into disuse for a hundred years. How can he be such an old fogy and
still have an ancestral hall at home?'
Due to Frederick's influence, Vermont and Marshall's relationship was not as close as the one Vermont had with Keegan.
One summer, Vermont got Marshall out to catch fish in the river together. At that time, Marshall enrolled in many extra classes
and had homework to do every day, while no one cared for Vermont's studies. He lived up to expectations that he was always at
the bottom of the class before high school. So, he urged Marshall to skip class. They went to catch fish at Lumi River all
afternoon.
However, Frederick did not allow Marshall in when he returned to Moore Mansion. Instead, Frederick asked the servants to take
a knife and said since Marshall liked fish so much, he should take a good look at what the fish looked like. He asked Marshall to
take a knife and kill the fish he caught one by one.
Vermont still remembered how Marshall cried while killing the fish. To Vermont, killing fish was nothing because his family made
a living from it. However, for someone like Marshall, a gentleman who had never done it before, killing the fish was equivalent to
breaking his psychological defenses.
Later, Marshall disliked eating fish. Vermont thought it was probably because of that incident back then. It passed for a long time,
and Marshall had been abroad for so many years to see a doctor. Vermont forgot about it gradually, but who knew this old fogy
would still hurt Marshall at such an old age?
Keegan clenched his hands tightly and said nothing for a long time.
Vermont added, "I made an appointment with Marshall for a drink on the weekend. Let's go together."
Keegan pursed her lips tightly, "I'm not going.'
"Alright, stop making a fuss. We've been buddies for so many years. Just let everything out will be good enough." Vermont
walked over and patted his shoulder, "By the way, don't tell miss bandit that I didn't investigate Hylda for her."
Keegan glanced at him and answered with a sound of urn.
When Vermont went out, Keegan immediately sent the audio he had just recorded to Felicity's WhatsApp. He then edited a
message and pretended to be innocent.
[Although Vermont is my best friend, I don't want you to be deceived.]
After editing, he sent it to Felicity. Keegan had a chip on his shoulder if Vermont was forgiven easily by Felicity.
Felicity phoned as soon as Vermont got into the car. Vermont raised the corners of his lips, ' Miss bandit, do you miss me?"
"Of course I did!"
Felicity gritted her teeth with an angry face, 'This bastard! You even cheated me to cook for you this month!'
"When will you be back?" Felicity asked with a smile.
Vermont smiled, "What's wrong? Why do you need to know when I'll be back? Are you worried I'll stay out all night?" "I'll make
chicken parmigiana for dinner. I won't leave it for you if you come back late."