Chapter 639 - Who Cried (2)

After Vincent came out, Noah, who was standing at the door, opened his mouth as if he had something to say. But he did not say it. Ferne saw through what he was thinking and asked, "It can't be? Will he change back after waking up tomorrow?"

"I'm not sure." Noah lowered his voice.

Vincent walked over, and Ferne rushed up, giving him a big hug. "Vincent! I miss you very much!"

Noah didn't know what to say.

"Me too!" Jaquan also went up to hug Vincent.

Armando came out of the room and joined them. He was reserved. He did not say anything emotional but embraced Vincent.

Vincent smiled faintly as he patted their shoulders. "Any wine?"

At the thought of how Emily had been hesitant about asking him about his past, his heart was filled with a mixture of emotions.

He had never spoken to anyone about his past. He had been used to bear his pain alone.

But Emily hugged him and said in tears, "Mr. Vincent, it's all right. It's all over."

His heart suddenly softened.

He carried her on his back, walked on the dark road, and told her his painful past. "I have never seen my mother. She died giving birth to me."

He said a lot of things about his childhood. Mrs. Scavo had died in front of him to shield him from a spray of bullets. He had found out that he was not a member of the Scavo family. He had secretly trained a team of guards to go back to the Emerald Island to take revenge for his mother after getting rid of all the trouble-makers in the Scavo family.

Now he had his revenge, but he felt empty.

He would not stay here, nor would he return to the Scavo's domain. He had come alone, but when he was about to leave, he could not bear to part from Emily who had been following him.

He did not expect that Ferne and the others to follow him.

"Yes! There's wine here." Sitting at the stone table, Pablo beckoned.

The pavilion in the courtyard was filled with people. Timothy, Timmy, and Paul were also there. Timmy and Paul had just come back from the gate of the city and were about to sleep. On their way back, they came across Pablo. At the thought of the precious peace after the war, they went here with him.

Then, a group of people who barely know each other sat at a stone table in the pavilion. Facing the wine and delicacies, they could not find anything to talk about. Fortunately, Pablo had invited the talkative Ferne and Jaquan. The atmosphere was heated up.

"Cheers!"

"To everyone present!"

"To Vincent!"

Pablo drank three glasses of wine. He drank so fast that his eyes turned red. "Vincent...Thank you."

Vincent took the glass and poured a glass of liquor.

He raised his head and drank it all.

"Never Mind," Vincent said.

Pablo smiled at him.

Pablo sat and watched Ferne and Jaquan drinking with Vincent. They were Vincent's friends outside the family. It seemed that Vincent had a closer relationship with them than with him.

Pablo couldn't tell if he was envious or sad. He felt that he owed Vincent too much.

"When Ferne heard that you died, he cried..." Jaquan sighed.

"Shut up! I didn't cry!" Ferne shouted. Seeing that everyone was looking at him, he covered his face and muttered, "I didn't..."

"I see it," Armando said.

"Nonsense! Armando, drink!" Ferne's cheeks flushed.

Noah clinked glasses with Ferne. Ferne's right-hand fingers were still stiff and could not curl. He could only use his left hand to hold the wine and clicked glasses with Noah awkwardly.

Many people asked what happened to his hand. He joked that he was bitten by zombies.

People at the table all laughed.

Pablo was watching Timothy beside him. From the moment she entered, she had been holding the injured falcon in her arms. She took meat from the table from time to time and secretly fed it.

The falcon became familiar with her and rubbed her arms affectionately.

Pablo was a little jealous. It was not a big deal that Vincent was not very close to him, but the falcon, which had grown up with him, had found a closer friend. He suddenly felt a little sad.

It took Timmy and Paul a while to relax and join the party, holding the glasses of wine.

It was the last night they stayed on Emerald Island, and also the last night that everyone could gather together.

"Vincent, are you going back with us tomorrow?" Ferne was a little drunk. Liquor was more intoxicating than wine. Although he ran a hotel, he couldn't drink much. His face was red and he got alcohol breath.

"Vincent Scavo is dead. I can't and I won't go back." Vincent drank up the wine in his glass, his voice a little hoarse.

"Then where are you going?" Ferne was half sober and his head buzzed.

Jaquan and Armando also looked at Vincent blankly. They had thought that he would return with them.

Kamron and bodyguard Tom were drinking with Timmy and Paul. When they heard this, they were also stunned.

Even though Timmy and Paul could not understand the conversation, they stopped and fixed their eyes on Vincent.