Chapter 93

After hearing Icarus' question, the waiter's expression changed slightly as he turned to look at him. However, before he could respond, Francis walked over, sizing Icarus up with a condescending look. "Let me guess—you must be Irene's illegitimate child! Look at you, all grown up now!" Icarus curled his lips slightly, but he remained silent. Francis scoffed. "Kids these days are so brainless. I can't believe you think you can just throw punches in a place like this! Do you think you're in a movie? Can you even cover the medical bills if you hurt someone? And what about the damage you've caused here? Do you have the money to pay for that?" He then glanced at Irene, who was clearly upset, and sneered, "Oh, how could I forget? Irene could always make some money the old-fashioned way—by selling herself—" Icarus abruptly took a step forward and slapped Francis across the left cheek. Francis cried out, and both he and the woman beside him tumbled to the ground. Clutching his face as blo