blackstone code

Chapter 480 Unable to wait for charity
People are very subjective creatures, especially when a person is very egotistical, even if he has done too much or made a mistake, he will not feel that way, he will only think that everything is a matter of other people's attitudes, not his own of.

Mr. Simon treats his children at home, and his wife's attitude is not like a real father or a husband, but in his own opinion, he has done what he should do.

He provided that woman and child with a foundation of life that 80.00% of the people in Nagalil could not enjoy, and gave them a rich life so that they could live well without having to work outside.

He has given so much, if there is anyone who is not satisfied, then the problem must not be on him.

He thinks so, and he also sees it that way, but some bystanders, such as Mr. Butler, stand from the perspective of non-participants, and they can see that Mr. Simon really doesn't like the hostess and the young master.

At this time, the old butler had vaguely guessed that Master Simon might want to sell his property and leave here. As a housekeeper, he naturally couldn't interfere with Master Simon's thoughts and actions, but...

Facing the young master, the old butler sighed softly. He didn't want this to happen, so he revealed something a little, even if the chance was slim.

"Master may... plan to leave here."

"Is he going to travel or go to other places to discuss business?" The young man didn't realize this question at first.

Although Mr. Simon treated him badly and his mother badly, he still assumed the most basic responsibility and provided him with a good environment for growth.

He can still go to school when others are already busy trying to survive, so his feelings for Mr. Simon are very complicated. Sometimes he will be desperate, but sometimes he can comfort himself.

The smile on his face suggested to the old guard that the young man was not aware of the seriousness of the problem. He looked around and lowered his voice, "My lord used to be a member of the Preton Firm, and now the Preton Firm has collapsed. The merchant is here, and he may be planning to...leave here completely and go back to where he came from."

"It doesn't matter whether I stay here or not. Anyway, I'm already an old bone. Maybe the bumpy sea voyage will kill me instead." There was something very special in his eyes, like It's kind, caring, etc. "But you are different, master."

"I don't know something, maybe you can... ask the master."

After the old butler finished speaking, he sighed heavily again, and then left quickly, leaving only the young man standing there in a daze.

It is not good news for him that Mr. Simon is leaving. In fact, he has known over the years that his father has a family in another country, including another wife and child.

This is not a big problem for teenagers. In Nagalil, it is not something that people will reprimand for capable men to take care of a few more women and help them realize their dream of multiplying offspring.

It is not uncommon for some wealthy families to have more than a dozen or even dozens of wives here. It is just that there is another aunt and brother, and he doesn't care much about it.

But now, something that he deliberately ignored began to come to his mind.

For example, Mr. Simon always puts the photos of his other family where he can see them most, on the bookshelf, on the desk, on the desk or even on the cabinet in the living room.

But here, there has never been a photo of him and his family here.

For example, he always writes letters to the family members over there on time, and each time he writes for a long time. Three or four pieces of letter paper are filled with things and sent out, but he rarely communicates with the family members here, even if it is only a few days. words.

For example...

For example, this brought the boy's already good mood to a low ebb again. The most important thing now is to find out whether Mr. Simon intends to leave.

He quickly changed his expression. In such a family, in such a family relationship, he has learned how to disguise himself.

"Father……"

Two minutes later, he came outside the study, looked at Mr. Simon who was writing something at his desk with his head down, and let out a soft breath.

He stood just outside the door, without crossing even a centimeter, because Mr. Simon said that no one could enter his study without his consent, including the hostess and the little girl of the house. Owner.

The boy didn't dare to disobey Mr. Simon's request. The scar on his forehead seemed to be throbbing, but he didn't feel it for a long time.

Mr. Simon didn't look up, didn't even talk to him, and continued to do his work.

About seven or eight minutes later, he put down his pen, rubbed his wrist, and raised his head with a very indifferent expression on his face, as well as his tone, "You should be doing your homework or doing something else at this time."

What he meant was that he didn't want to see the young man here. The young man pursed his lips, lowered his head, and continued, "Yes, I met the housekeeper just now, and I heard something from him..." He mustered up the courage to raise his head. He began to look at Mr. Simon behind the desk, "Are you leaving?"

"Leave?", Mr. Simon's eyes became a little scary, "Who did you listen to, or is it your own random guess?"

"I told you, I will tell you what you should know, but I don't want you to ask around dishonestly about what you shouldn't know."

"I won't punish you this time, but if there is a next time, let me know that you are guessing or asking around, and these punishments will be added together."

Mr. Simon has a rattan whip, which is used to beat those servants who have made mistakes. They should not be too kind to these Nagalil natives, otherwise they will try to cross the line between the master and the servants step by step. boundaries.

The whip is a good thing to maintain one's authority, and it only takes a few strokes to make people recognize their status within a certain period of time.

Sometimes when the teenager made a mistake, or his mother made a mistake, Simon would also beat them with a whip, five times each time, take off his shirt and beat him on the back.

Every time he was punished, it would be impressive. When he heard the punishment, there was a look of fear in the boy's eyes, and his head drooped even lower.

"If it's all right, go do your thing, remember to close my door..." Mr. Simon rubbed his wrist, picked up the pen again, and began to write vigorously.

In fact, he used to have a typewriter here, the kind that keeps typing, dings at the end, and can be pushed back with a push of the hand.

But then he didn’t need it after he used it. Firstly, the frequency of his writing letters was not low, but it was impossible to write every day. Secondly, the ink ribbon needed maintenance, and so did the typewriter.

He spent far more money on this than the typewriter itself, and his typing skills were not very good, so he finally gave up.

The young man stood at the door in silence for a moment. Simon raised his head again unhappily, looked at him, and nodded slightly, which meant asking him why he didn't leave, and what else did he want to do?
The boy bowed slightly, and closed the door. There were only rustling sounds in the study room, and Mr. Simon, who was more and more looking forward to returning to his real home and enjoying the warmth of a real family.

The more he thinks like this, the more urgent he is, even if the child on his side doesn't have any feelings for him, everything is for the sake of money.

Even though his wife had cheated and had a lover, he felt that it was his fault, that he made the mistake first, and he would make up for it when he went back.

He couldn't bear the savage look of the child here, he couldn't bear the strange smell on his wife that would never get rid of it, he had had enough, he wanted to go back!

The teenager returned to his room in a daze. When passing by his mother's room, he didn't even notice that his mother called his name.

He returned to the room, closed the door, and threw himself heavily on the soft bed. Looking at the sand tent, he became more and more confused.

He could already feel, feel Mr. Simon's determination to leave, and... to abandon them.

He could feel that decision, it was amazing, he couldn't explain how it was done, but he just knew that he and his mother were about to be abandoned.

Tears flowed from his eyes uncontrollably, even when his father whipped him, he never cried, because Mr. Simon said that the last thing a man should do is cry.

He has never cried since he was sensible, and the more painful and injured he is, the more he has to smile, because this can meet Mr. Simon's expectations that he may not exist, and comfort his mother.

But now, he is crying, he is the one who will be abandoned after all, and according to the news from Mr. Steward, Mr. Simon seems to be planning to sell everything here, and he doesn’t even think about the young man and his mother How to live here.

This society is very cruel. If rich people like them run out of money all of a sudden, those outsiders will treat them even worse.

For nearly 20 years, he was like an unlovable rock that sometimes served a little purpose and was placed where he could be touched at any time.

Now he is useless and about to be kicked away.

When he was sad, he thought of a passerby he had a good chat with recently. He was a very interesting person. He was not like other Nagalilians who hoped to end their lives in a daze, and then voted for a Good tire.

In this interesting young man, he felt something that the people of Nagalil had never had, a kind of spirit, a kind of exhilaration.

It is tenacious resistance.

It is an active fight.

It is a fierce struggle.

Then use your own will, body and hands to hold up a bright future!

(End of this chapter)