Darryl smiled, but he did not respond.

Quincy was in a fit of anger.

Then, Quincy thought of something, and her eyes burned in a rage. She stared at Darryl. "It's that young general just now, isn't it? He seems to be the New World Prince, and I heard that he is your biological son. Is that why you let him go?"

"That's right!"

Darryl did not avoid the question. He nodded and admitted to it. He felt extremely bitter when he responded.

His son had treated him like an enemy. As a father, he felt woeful.

Quincy chuckled; her delicate face showed an unruly contemptuous look. She mocked him. "Your own son is against you. Darryl, you have truly failed in your life."

Darryl was not angry at all. Instead, he smiled and said, "Your Highness, let's not talk about this. I've successfully resisted the North Moana Army's invasion. You would honor our bet, wouldn't you?"

Oh…

Quincy's lips quivered when she was prompted; her face flushed embarrassingly.

'What do I do now?'

She