Chetlow Manor

"Where do I start..." Lai Jia sat on his bed, lowered his head, rubbed his fingers in his hair randomly, "Actually, in my impression, I have never seen Mrs. Bethel before. .Before I was nine years old, that is, before the death of the last Duke, I was raised here as an orphan of the Huwden family, and sometimes I could even have sex with Ohairis Huwden Of course, I am seven years younger than him, and his lessons are too difficult for me, hehe."

Lai Jia fell into the memory, and Moen could see that when he talked about his childhood, his expression was very soft, and he even brought some smiles, but the joy on his face quickly disappeared, replaced by It was the furrowed brows, the gnashing of teeth full of hatred, and the fear that he didn't know if he was aware of it.

"I can still recall the softness of the sun. I regret that because of the hay fever, I didn't have more opportunities to go outdoors... Oh God, give me another chance, even if I die in the sun." Lai Jia's voice was very low, like the subdued growl of some kind of trapped beast, "After the death of the previous Duke, 16-year-old O'Halis Hutton inherited the title, Chetlow Manor ushered in a grand occasion. In exchange, almost all the people who belonged to his father's power were dismissed for various reasons, except for idle positions like priests...you know what I mean, the power of the church has long since declined."

Morn nodded, "Yes, so you were locked up here from then on?"

"Yes! That man's mind is far more indifferent than you imagined, and he is very smart. I didn't even know his mind like this before. Looking back now, many of his past actions have the purpose behind it. It's terrible." Lai Jia was agitated, his thin face twisted under the candlelight, "I even suspect that the death of the previous Duke was planned by him alone, because just a few days before the death of the previous Duke, he Just signed a legal succession clause, think about it, how many people will sign something like this when they are in their 40s?"

"But what reason does he have for doing this?"

"How much do you know about his mother?"

"His mother... I heard she died when Huwden was very young, and then his father married a new woman..."

"That woman is Mrs. Bethel, you and my mother."

Lai Jia's expression dimmed, Moen saw his dumbfounded reflection in his gray eyes, and Lai Jia seemed to have lost his strength, and stopped speaking.

"No, things shouldn't be like this..." Moen never thought that the plot would have such a reversal. He remembered what he said when he met Hughden for the first time. Said that he and Mrs. Bethel are old acquaintances?

Oh, stepmother and stepson, aren't those old acquaintances!Damn it, although Moen is not close to his parents, he still maintains the respect a son should have for them, and because his mother and father are actually cousins, he always thought that they were cousins ​​since childhood. Acquaintance, all the way to today.

"God...it's impossible. You said you are seven years younger than Hughden. In this way, we are only one year apart, and I never knew this!" Moen strongly denied.

"Yeah, like I've never met Mrs. Bethel either! Nobody acknowledged my existence because they divorced shortly after I was born, and Mrs. Bethel brought a big This wealth is enough to support a down-and-out aristocratic family back to life.” Lai Jia’s tone was self-deprecating and sarcasm, “Can you believe it? I just because of this one and the mother who didn’t recognize me as her son, ah no , such a strange woman has endured 11 years of torture!"

Laika was like a roaring beast, hysterical, as if the enemy he wanted to kill the most was in front of him. Morn was so frightened that he swallowed his saliva and took several steps back.

He waved his hands hard, trying to calm down Lai Jia: "You, you calm down, I, I feel very sad about this, really." Oh, damn it, he should have thought that in such a closed space Someone who has been there for 11 years can't hope that he can still maintain normal sanity, let alone those bloody gentlemanly demeanors.

A few minutes later, Lai Jia sat back and shook his head remorsefully: "I'm sorry."

Moen breathed a sigh of relief, and carefully considered his words: "Then... have you ever thought about why Hughden has such a big hatred for this? I mean, if it's just that his mother died and his father continued to marry, he didn't have to I can't figure it out like this, killing my own father, and killing his younger brother... Oh no, wait, so, you and I are actually half-brothers? No, then how can you be black-haired, and your mother is not black hair..."

"No, I and you are brothers."

"Ohiris Hutton once yelled at me when he was younger, and he said that all this was the plot of Viscount Lanson and Mrs. Bethel. Mrs. Bethel never really loved the Duke at that time, so When she gave birth to me, she was terrified by the color of my eyes and hair, and she conspired to get the hospital to swap me with a dead baby, and then trick poor Mr. Duke that the baby had died in infancy."

"Oh, this makes sense why they keep claiming that the Lanson family once had an eldest son. Maybe they feel guilty about your affairs... But why did you stay in this castle afterward?"

"I don't know about that. In fact, there are too many things I don't know. The devil's mind is too deep. I can't figure it out."

The conversation ended here, and the two fell into silence.

Moen thought that he needed to digest this huge amount of information. Therefore, it was his mother who befriended the previous Duke in order to get money, became the stepmother of Ohairis Hutton, and had an affair with his father After giving birth to Lai Jia, Ohairis Hutton imprisoned Lai Jia in order to avenge the Lanson family, and then... raped himself.

Is it really just for money?Hughden now owns countless properties, and although the Lanson family still maintains a good appearance on the surface, and as the second son of the Lanson family, Moen clearly knows that the family business is declining day by day. With the fiefdoms left over from the old days, it is simply impossible to cope with the large inflow of silver generated by coastal trade.

Money is worthless, and the old aristocrats will find it difficult to sustain themselves if they don't think of smarter ways.

There was absolutely no need for Hughden to argue with the Lanson family about the money.But it's not for money, so is it because his mother abused Hughden's stepson?No, according to what Lai Jia said, Mrs. Bethel only stayed in Chetlow Manor for about a year, and Moen fully believed that although Hughden was still young at that time, with the scheming and strength he showed now Indifference, even if you can't fight back, you will definitely protect yourself.

What is that for?Moen felt that there was something hidden about the matter, as Lai Jia said, he knew very little.

Oh, God, if it is really like what Lai Jia said, then it is really a gift for me to be able to grow up carefree in a family like Lanson!

It's no wonder that he never had the talent to inherit the family business. If he had to sacrifice so many people's lives in order to maintain the family, he would rather not touch a single coin.

In this basement, the concept of time has been blurred.Moen observed here. He looked at the scratched wall, all of which were patterns composed of four vertical lines and one horizontal line. Obviously, it was Lai Jia who was counting the time.

But there is one thing that makes him feel a little strange. Among those scratches, there is one area where the scratches are lighter than the others, and the degree of weathering is obviously higher.

Before Moen had time to think, the small window on the door was pulled open, interrupting him.

"Lord Lanson, I hope you and your brother had a good time." Jeff said polite words with the same hypocritical ice face.

Mo En looked at him coldly, without speaking.

Without changing his expression, Jeff handed a tray in: "This is your lunch."

Moen was a little surprised, because the tray was almost full of his favorite food, and there was even a small bunch of crystal clear grapes.

Jeff: "His Royal Highness said that this is based on the amount of different foods you have eaten in the castle in the past few days, and it is speculated on the meals you may like. I hope you enjoy it."

Moen almost laughed out of anger, what is this?How about slapping someone and trying to coax them with a candy?

Swear to God, he really can't guess what the Duke is thinking, what is he thinking about keeping himself?To vent his ulterior desires?

Moen didn't touch those things, he decided to take a gamble, if Hughden wanted to keep him, then he definitely didn't want Moen to go on a hunger strike, and he could take the opportunity to negotiate terms.

That's exactly what happened. When Jeff came back after a while, seeing the untouched dinner plate, his expression was a little broken, and he asked, "Isn't it to your liking, my lord?"

"No, I'm on a hunger strike, Mr. Jeff."

Morn flashed him a sly smile.