After the three bows, tears were swirling in Harold’s eyes but he didn’t dare to do anything rash now. He knew that his grandma was very disappointed and agitated at him now, so no matter what, he shouldn’t enrage her any further.
Lady Wilson heaved a sigh of relief after seeing Harold bowing and admitting defeat. She didn’t wish for his precious grandson to bow his head at Charlie the loser, but they had made a bet that involved her. She was a very devoted Buddhist. If Harold didn’t keep his promise, she would certainly be so afraid of the retribution and karma to come at her that she would have trouble eating and sleeping.
Thus, she looked at Harold and said flatly, “Harold, treat these three bows as a lesson for you. Next time, don’t bet on something that you have no absolute certainty of. Even if you wish to make a bet, keep your family out of it!”
With a pouty face, Harold grumbled, “Okay, Grandma, I know better now. I’ll never do it again…”
As he spoke, his eyes glared towards Charlie viciously, thinking, ‘You bastard! How dare you force me to kneel and bow before you. You made me lose face today, I swear I’ll get right back at you sooner or later!’
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