There were candles on it and the number 25 was beautifully carved on it, representing that he was celebrating his 25th birthday.
He was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter while realizing what was happening.
"Thank goodness, I have the chance to live once again!"
After saying that, he forcefully overturned the cake on the ground, as if venting out the anger that had been bottled up in his chest for a long time.
The cream covered the tiled floor in a collapsed, sticky, and disgusting mess.
In my mind, Vincent was always gentle and polite, rarely giving vent to his temper, and I once again cautiously shouted out, "Vincent..."
He then noticed me and turned to stare at me with venomous eyes.
"Kara Bell, I am so brainless that I couldn't find you're vicious! You deliberately stayed in my home just to get the Murphy Group!"
In the hot summer, I felt cold all over.
He was wrong, and I had never coveted the Murphy family's property.
I knew my true identity from the beginning, and I was always grateful to Cato for taking me in.
Cato was a nice person and never treated me differently just because I had no blood relationship with him.