Chetlow Manor

"What do you mean?" Viscount Lanson frowned, which made the middle-aged man's face look older.

"Literally, Monsieur Viscount."

Mrs. Bethel seemed to be distracted from the very beginning, and when she regained her senses, she screamed, "You have no such right, Your Royal Highness! They are all my sons!"

"Oh, really?" Hughden looked at the woman in front of him coldly. Her former beauty had faded with the years, and no matter how well she was kept, she still couldn't look like any young lady.Hughden suddenly felt sorry for his stupid father. Look, the woman he was paranoid about during his lifetime has long since lost her deceptive face. If he could see it with his own eyes today, would it be a pity for him when he was young? Regret your decision?

"It's not up to you, madam." Hughden put his hand on the sofa, his fingertips were a little white, and they were scratched on the fabric, "then you didn't have the right to deceive my father back then, and you didn't dismantle a The rights of the family, ma'am."

"The rights we are talking about are nothing more than tricks of those in power. Did you expect to end up today when you were in Huden's house for so many years?"

After saying these words, Hughden finally leaned back on the sofa. He felt a burst of relief rising from the bottom of his heart. It had nothing to do with the pleasure of revenge, but was like a messenger carrying a secret letter, trekking through thousands of mountains and rivers , finally delivered the letter in his hand.

It was quiet inside.

When the words were clarified, the Lansons finally realized that apparently the newly promoted duke did not intend to give up pursuing the past for the sake of profit.Apparently, he gave away the profits of a large number of handicraft factories that he was about to acquire, in exchange for one of their sons...but why?

"Are you using Moen to avenge us?" Viscount Lanson's expression was a bit grim.

"Or a batch of handicraft workshops, and a son you have barely gotten along with." Hughden turned the hourglass on the table upside down. "You have three minutes to think about it, Mr. Viscount."

Grains of sand flowed away one by one from above, and the accumulation of sand below increased at a speed visible to the naked eye. The room was silent, and only the sound of the pendulum swinging back and forth could be heard.

Hugh didn't change his face: "You still have a minute to think about it."

"I want my two sons, those handicraft workshops are up to you!" Mrs. Bethel said in a panic.

"Ma'am!" Viscount Lanson scolded.

"...Less than 1 minute." Huden changed his sitting position. "The conditions I mentioned are already very clear. The handicraft workshop and Laika are together, and Moen is different from them."

The woman's pretended composure has collapsed with the passage of time, her lips trembling a little: "Ohiris Hudden, you devil, if you knew I should have asked your father to expel you 20 years ago."

"It's too late, ma'am." His Royal Highness stood up calmly, as if he didn't hear the woman's curse, "It's too late, whether it's what happened back then, or now...you see, the sand is gone, it's time to do something Decided."

Viscount Lanson, who had been silent at the side, finally said, "I still want to know why, Your Highness, why you want to keep Moen."

"Hey, look, at the end of the day, you still think that I want to keep Moen, and you never considered that I actually gave you a choice." Huden laughed sarcastically, "Keeping Moen is just One of the possibilities, but you are asking why in your words. Mr. Viscount, can I understand that you have already made a choice?"

Viscount Lanson was silent.

Mrs. Bethel tugged at his arm and shouted, "It can't be like this! Could it be that our son is going to fall into the hands of this kind of person!"

The Viscount finally got angry, "Oh, but without those handicraft factories we would be bankrupt, bankrupt! Do you understand? All your clothes, all the servants in the house, the education of your remaining sons and daughters, All the life you enjoyed in the past will be gone!"

He calmed down for a while, and said to himself again, "Even this title is the glory of my ancestors for me to enjoy. So since I have these, shouldn't I be responsible for it? How can I watch the Lanson family go Decline, God, if I make a choice for the sake of the family, I must be forgiven."

Mrs. Bethel sobbed aside, but did not refute.

Sure enough.Hughden glanced at the screen behind him with some pleasure in his eyes.Poor Moen, you can now see clearly the true face of your parents, right?Oh no, in fact, how much are those people who rely on their interests to get to the top different from them?

Night of truth, oh what a surprise!

"It's really my fault for making a lady cry, ma'am." Hughden still had a smile on his face as he said this, "Come on, why should you be so sad? I dare say, I really like it." Look at your second son, I will fully tolerate even some of his rash actions, he will be regarded as the second master of the castle here."

After hearing this, Mrs. Bethel cried even more sadly. Perhaps, everyone in the room understood Huden's implication, but Duke Lanson still tried his best to keep a straight face, so that he didn't look like a Negotiation loser.

Hughden urged: "It's been too long for more than 3 minutes, give me an answer, Mr. Viscount."

"Laija...and those handicraft workshops." The man's voice sounded like someone was strangling his throat.

Hughden laughed.

"Listen, listen! My little master!" He stepped forward quickly and waved away the screen in front of him.

A young man with black hair and blue eyes, wearing an exquisite gown made of high-quality fabrics, sat on the soft bed behind the screen, his face was pale, and his expression was a little dazed, and a few crystal beads of sweat slid down the tip of his nose and cheeks , moisturizes the ends of the hair.He clasped his hands in his lap, his fingertips turning white.

As if his nerves were swept over by a swarm of locusts, Moen felt the buzzing in his ears, making him unable to think. He said with difficulty: "Father..." But there was no more words, only trembling lips remained.

"Mohn!" Viscount Lanson opened his eyes wide and stood up all at once, looking extremely embarrassed.

Mrs. Bethel also stopped crying and looked at her son blankly.

"What? Can't the reunion make you happy?" Hughden walked up and hugged Moen's shoulders, but found the trembling that Moen tried to hide, and he frowned imperceptibly.

Sudden suddenly felt a little tired, the farce should be over, he was still waiting for another answer from Moen, so he said: "Anyway, since the choice has been made, you follow Jeff downstairs, the contract is ready Alright, just waiting for your signature."

After finishing speaking, he clapped his hands, and before the Lansons could react, he was already half-pushed and half-pushed by the guards to go out.

Then, the other section of the screen was also removed, and Lai Jia was still bound on the chair. Like a trapped animal, he glanced at Huden with resentment. When he saw the younger brother next to him, his eyes softened again. Come down, with guilt and anxiety, like a child who ate candy.

"It's not, it's not your fault." Moen stared at him, trying to pull out a smile, but found that his facial muscles were too stiff to make a smile.

When Lai Jia was also taken out of the room, and the moment the door was gently closed, Morn felt that the string in his head finally broke.

He could no longer maintain that upright sitting posture, and leaned against the soft back, his breathing fluctuating violently.He should be sad, yes, he should be sad... but what he feels right now is sad and hopeless, Hughden is right, he is really naive, he has never thought about it in the past 19 years But—nobility, this innate title brought him arrogant capital, but also a cruel fate.

like?Family?

It seems that they are small in front of the glory of the family.What is he expecting?I fantasize that maybe interests and feelings can be separated, but I seem to forget that they all have the same carrier in essence, which is a person's life itself.

They are choices of the same person, indivisible, only weighed.

"Oh, my poor little guy." Hughden sighed in a low voice beside him, not knowing how true it was, "maybe you need a hug to hold your tears."

Moen knew he should push Hughden away, the man who had brought him the truth as well as the pain.But he was too tired, and this hug was very warm. He finally buried his head on Hughden's shoulders, and tears welled up, soaking Huden's black dress.

He cried helplessly like a child.

A distant sigh was drowned in the crying.

Waiting for Moen to calm down, Hughden looked at his red nose, and his heart softened.

"Moen, I keep my word. It's up to you to decide whether to stay or leave now."

"You, didn't you say that Lai Jia and I can only choose one?"

Hughden spread his hands helplessly, "The ones who lied to them just want you to see their true colors. Now you are free, and you can leave anytime and anywhere. Of course, I prefer you to stay."

Mo En stared at him blankly.

"Would you like to stay, Morn, then?"