Chapter 472

“That’s hilarious!” Russell laughed heartily. “You fainted over a clay teapot. I wonder how humiliated you’ll be if this ever gets out.” Sigmund retorted, “You know nothing! If you were a fellow collector, you would understand how much that teapot means to me!” Bonnie was even more confused now. “Is it something special, Grandpa?” Sigmund sighed and said, “Master Yandel made it. Back then, only three of his handiworks remained. Now, I think mine’s the only one left.” Bonnie finally understood the older man’s reasons. “No wonder you cared about it so much.” “Do you know about clay teapots as well?” Ivor asked. She nodded and said humbly, “Just a little bit.” He knew her well enough to decipher her subtext. It meant she was an expert in the area. She said, “Now that we’re talking about it, I also owned one of his clay teapots.” As soon as Sigmund heard that, he got excited. “You have it?! Where is it now?” “I gave it to someone else.” The older man’s face fell. At that moment,