Augustus Grant sneered, "That girl's spoiled rotten by you. If you hadn't indulged her so much, she wouldn't have had the guts to ask me for a billion dollars."
The more he thought about it, the more regretful he became. Why did he agree so easily? A billion wasn't pocket change—he should've negotiated her down.
Liam Grant responded coolly, "Grandpa, Grandma, my mom, Grace, and even Sophia's grandfather all adore Ava. You're the only one who doesn't. Maybe you should reflect on yourself before questioning everyone else."
Augustus had always been headstrong and dismissive. He wasn't about to take advice from his son. Furious, he hung up.
He was still fuming over giving away that much money—now Liam had the nerve to talk back to him. His wet clothes and damp hair only made everything worse. He reached up to brush his hair, and a foul smell hit his nose. He sniffed his fingers—sour and rancid.
He suddenly realized: Ava's mom must've thrown foot bath water on him!
