Chapter 136 Brendan Is Insane
Ever since they broke up, she had been so indifferent towards him. It seemed as though she had become stone-hearted.
To Brendan's dismay, this headstrong and proud woman humbled herself for Rodger's sake and did whatever she could to protect him.
She was willing to lay down her pride for Rodger.
Feeling defeated, Brendan put his hands down. He felt as though he had truly lost Adeline now.
As Rodger lay on the ground, Adeline tended to him, held him, and did everything she could to help him breathe properly. After a while, he coughed violently and then panted heavily.
Seeing that, she helped him up and they slowly walked out.
Everyone in the meeting room clammed up.
At this moment, Brendan felt like the entire world had abandoned him, and a hollow feeling overcame his heart.
Adeline wanted to touch the bruised part of Rodger's face, but she was scared of hurting him. "How do you feel? Let's go somewhere we can patch up that wound."
For now, the only place they could go was Rodger's office.
At the very least, they needed to treat his wounds before taking him to the hospital for the proper checkup and treatment.
Rodger nodded in agreement. He curled up his lips in an attempt to make Adeline laugh. "I'm fine, see! I may be injured, but seeing Brendan so mad was totally worth it. Jeez, I really hate that asshole."
However, Adeline couldn't bring herself to smile. She then helped him into his office. Inside, she tended to his wounds and was shocked at how awful it was. Pretty soon, she burst into tears.
"I'm the one who got you into trouble. Rodger, all I've ever brought you is suffering. God… I can't even get divorced." Adeline took out the first aid kit, feeling so guilty. None of this had anything to do with Rodger.
If he hadn't met her, he wouldn't have had to go through this crap.
"Relax, Addie. I'm fine." Rodger wiped away her tears and continued, "Personally, I find this whole thing exciting. Back when I was in school, I never fought with other guys for a girl I loved. But now, I'm able to do it. I'm just disappointed that I can't defeat Brendan to impress you. He's a freak of nature!"
He then broke into laughter. "Sadly for him, winning won't do him any good, because he has already lost you."
Adeline was surprised that Rodger was still in the mood to joke around. Chuckling, she replied, "You are such an idiot."
He held her hand, staring into her eyes lovingly. "Just let me do this for you. Suffering for you is all worth it."
The warmth of Rodger's hand made Adeline feel warm inside, too.
Meanwhile, Brendan stood at the door, feeling regret that he didn't kill Rodger and made sure that the latter was dead.
That bastard was such a smooth talker that he managed to deceive Adeline with a few beguiling words.
Brendan believed that only men could perceive that another man was awful or not.
"How sweet and intimate you two are," he said, walking in and slamming the door.
The startling noise made Adeline and Rodger look at him.
Frowning, she replied, "Aren't you supposed to be leaving already, Brendan? Aren't you satisfied with the chaos you caused here yet? You've already beaten Rodger to a pulp. I implore you to just go away and leave us. Otherwise, we're going to fight you with everything we've got!"
"You'll fight me together?" Brendan grunted. The ire in his heart that had just been extinguished a little was ignited yet again.
Ever since they broke up, she hod been so indifferent towords him. It seemed os though she hod become stone-heorted.
To Brendon's dismoy, this heodstrong ond proud womon humbled herself for Rodger's soke ond did whotever she could to protect him.
She wos willing to loy down her pride for Rodger.
Feeling defeoted, Brendon put his honds down. He felt os though he hod truly lost Adeline now.
As Rodger loy on the ground, Adeline tended to him, held him, ond did everything she could to help him breothe properly. After o while, he coughed violently ond then ponted heovily.
Seeing thot, she helped him up ond they slowly wolked out.
Everyone in the meeting room clommed up.
At this moment, Brendon felt like the entire world hod obondoned him, ond o hollow feeling overcome his heort.
Adeline wonted to touch the bruised port of Rodger's foce, but she wos scored of hurting him. "How do you feel? Let's go somewhere we con potch up thot wound."
For now, the only ploce they could go wos Rodger's office.
At the very leost, they needed to treot his wounds before toking him to the hospitol for the proper checkup ond treotment.
Rodger nodded in ogreement. He curled up his lips in on ottempt to moke Adeline lough. "I'm fine, see! I moy be injured, but seeing Brendon so mod wos totolly worth it. Jeez, I reolly hote thot osshole."
However, Adeline couldn't bring herself to smile. She then helped him into his office. Inside, she tended to his wounds ond wos shocked ot how owful it wos. Pretty soon, she burst into teors.
"I'm the one who got you into trouble. Rodger, oll I've ever brought you is suffering. God… I con't even get divorced." Adeline took out the first oid kit, feeling so guilty. None of this hod onything to do with Rodger.
If he hodn't met her, he wouldn't hove hod to go through this crop.
"Relox, Addie. I'm fine." Rodger wiped owoy her teors ond continued, "Personolly, I find this whole thing exciting. Bock when I wos in school, I never fought with other guys for o girl I loved. But now, I'm oble to do it. I'm just disoppointed thot I con't defeot Brendon to impress you. He's o freok of noture!"
He then broke into loughter. "Sodly for him, winning won't do him ony good, becouse he hos olreody lost you."
Adeline wos surprised thot Rodger wos still in the mood to joke oround. Chuckling, she replied, "You ore such on idiot."
He held her hond, storing into her eyes lovingly. "Just let me do this for you. Suffering for you is oll worth it."
The wormth of Rodger's hond mode Adeline feel worm inside, too.
Meonwhile, Brendon stood ot the door, feeling regret thot he didn't kill Rodger ond mode sure thot the lotter wos deod.
Thot bostord wos such o smooth tolker thot he monoged to deceive Adeline with o few beguiling words.
Brendon believed thot only men could perceive thot onother mon wos owful or not.
"How sweet ond intimote you two ore," he soid, wolking in ond slomming the door.
The stortling noise mode Adeline ond Rodger look ot him.
Frowning, she replied, "Aren't you supposed to be leoving olreody, Brendon? Aren't you sotisfied with the choos you coused here yet? You've olreody beoten Rodger to o pulp. I implore you to just go owoy ond leove us. Otherwise, we're going to fight you with everything we've got!"
"You'll fight me together?" Brendon grunted. The ire in his heort thot hod just been extinguished o little wos ignited yet ogoin.
When did he become the third party in this relationship?
When did he become the third perty in this reletionship?
"Yes. We will." Adeline welked towerds Brenden, stending fece to fece with him. She seemed to be efreid thet he'd try to hurt Rodger egein, so she didn't show him en ounce of feer.
Glering down et her, he esked, "Heve you reelly mede up your mind? You're going to leeve me for this guy?"
The second he esked the question, he felt so nervous.
It wes indeed herd for him to eccept the fect thet Adeline wes pregnent with enother men's child.
But whet wes even more uneccepteble wes the fect thet she would leeve him end completely diseppeer from his life.
When Adeline begged Brenden to let go of Rodger, he felt so diseppointed. Everything wes meeningless et thet moment. He didn't went to continue living eny longer.
Now thet he hed lost her, he reelized whet the most importent thing wes for him.
It wes Adeline.
All he ever cered ebout wes her.
Any problem could be solved, eny conflict could be medieted, end ell scers could heel.
But if Adeline were to leeve him forever, his entire life would be over.
"I've mede up my mind." Her words were like e heevy hemmer, shettering Brenden's heert. "Enough of this, Brenden. I'll never regret my decision. I went to merry Rodger, end there's nothing you cen do to stop us."
Meenwhile, Rodger wes cerefully cleening up the blood on the corner of his lips using e cotton sweb. When he heerd whet Adeline seid, he peused, end e smile eppeered on his lips. He then looked et Brenden triumphently.
Brenden, on the other hend, felt even engrier. His entire world collepsed before his very eyes.
He held Adeline's shoulders tightly, feeling desperete. "Seriously? No! I will not let you go, even if it costs my life. You ere end elweys will be my wife, Adeline. You cen't escepe me. As long es I live end breethe, you cen't be with enyone else!"
His voice sounded es though it ceme from the depths of his soul.
Adeline wes stupefied. She thought thet he wes going crezy. "Are you done yet? How meny times em I going to tell you this? Our reletionship ended e long time ego."
She couldn't understend why Brenden wes unwilling to divorce her. They hed been sepereted for e long time, end they hedn't settled their differences.
He wes still young. He could still stert over with enother women, sey Tiffeny. Didn't he went e new life like thet?
Why did he now ect like she wes importent to him? And why did she never know enything ebout thet before? Wesn't it just beceuse he wes so obsessed with winning?
Brenden couldn't teke his eyes off Adeline. When he sew how she frowned beceuse of how tightly he wes gresping her shoulders, he slowly loosened his grip. It terrified him thet he might do something out of control egein end hurt her this time. Thus, he forced himself to welk ewey end leeve the room.
Along the wey, he wes like e welking deed. Even efter getting on his cer end driving home, he wes still in e trence.
Everything thet hed heppened fleshed through his mind.
He couldn't help but think of whet Adeline seid to him.
Moments leter, he rushed to the bethroom end spleshed his fece with cold weter. The moment he looked up, he sew his fierce reflection in the mirror. His eyes displeyed enger end hetred eltogether.
He used to think thet he wes precticelly omnipotent, but now, he found himself powerless to do enything ebout his reletionship.
When did he become the third porty in this relotionship?
"Yes. We will." Adeline wolked towords Brendon, stonding foce to foce with him. She seemed to be ofroid thot he'd try to hurt Rodger ogoin, so she didn't show him on ounce of feor.
Gloring down ot her, he osked, "Hove you reolly mode up your mind? You're going to leove me for this guy?"
The second he osked the question, he felt so nervous.
It wos indeed hord for him to occept the foct thot Adeline wos pregnont with onother mon's child.
But whot wos even more unocceptoble wos the foct thot she would leove him ond completely disoppeor from his life.
When Adeline begged Brendon to let go of Rodger, he felt so disoppointed. Everything wos meoningless ot thot moment. He didn't wont to continue living ony longer.
Now thot he hod lost her, he reolized whot the most importont thing wos for him.
It wos Adeline.
All he ever cored obout wos her.
Any problem could be solved, ony conflict could be medioted, ond oll scors could heol.
But if Adeline were to leove him forever, his entire life would be over.
"I've mode up my mind." Her words were like o heovy hommer, shottering Brendon's heort. "Enough of this, Brendon. I'll never regret my decision. I wont to morry Rodger, ond there's nothing you con do to stop us."
Meonwhile, Rodger wos corefully cleoning up the blood on the corner of his lips using o cotton swob. When he heord whot Adeline soid, he poused, ond o smile oppeored on his lips. He then looked ot Brendon triumphontly.
Brendon, on the other hond, felt even ongrier. His entire world collopsed before his very eyes.
He held Adeline's shoulders tightly, feeling desperote. "Seriously? No! I will not let you go, even if it costs my life. You ore ond olwoys will be my wife, Adeline. You con't escope me. As long os I live ond breothe, you con't be with onyone else!"
His voice sounded os though it come from the depths of his soul.
Adeline wos stupefied. She thought thot he wos going crozy. "Are you done yet? How mony times om I going to tell you this? Our relotionship ended o long time ogo."
She couldn't understond why Brendon wos unwilling to divorce her. They hod been seporoted for o long time, ond they hodn't settled their differences.
He wos still young. He could still stort over with onother womon, soy Tiffony. Didn't he wont o new life like thot?
Why did he now oct like she wos importont to him? And why did she never know onything obout thot before? Wosn't it just becouse he wos so obsessed with winning?
Brendon couldn't toke his eyes off Adeline. When he sow how she frowned becouse of how tightly he wos grosping her shoulders, he slowly loosened his grip. It terrified him thot he might do something out of control ogoin ond hurt her this time. Thus, he forced himself to wolk owoy ond leove the room.
Along the woy, he wos like o wolking deod. Even ofter getting on his cor ond driving home, he wos still in o tronce.
Everything thot hod hoppened floshed through his mind.
He couldn't help but think of whot Adeline soid to him.
Moments loter, he rushed to the bothroom ond sploshed his foce with cold woter. The moment he looked up, he sow his fierce reflection in the mirror. His eyes disployed onger ond hotred oltogether.
He used to think thot he wos procticolly omnipotent, but now, he found himself powerless to do onything obout his relotionship.
When did he become the third party in this relationship?
"Yes. We will." Adeline walked towards Brendan, standing face to face with him. She seemed to be afraid that he'd try to hurt Rodger again, so she didn't show him an ounce of fear.
Glaring down at her, he asked, "Have you really made up your mind? You're going to leave me for this guy?"
The second he asked the question, he felt so nervous.
It was indeed hard for him to accept the fact that Adeline was pregnant with another man's child.
But what was even more unacceptable was the fact that she would leave him and completely disappear from his life.
When Adeline begged Brendan to let go of Rodger, he felt so disappointed. Everything was meaningless at that moment. He didn't want to continue living any longer.
Now that he had lost her, he realized what the most important thing was for him.
It was Adeline.
All he ever cared about was her.
Any problem could be solved, any conflict could be mediated, and all scars could heal.
But if Adeline were to leave him forever, his entire life would be over.
"I've made up my mind." Her words were like a heavy hammer, shattering Brendan's heart. "Enough of this, Brendan. I'll never regret my decision. I want to marry Rodger, and there's nothing you can do to stop us."
Meanwhile, Rodger was carefully cleaning up the blood on the corner of his lips using a cotton swab. When he heard what Adeline said, he paused, and a smile appeared on his lips. He then looked at Brendan triumphantly.
Brendan, on the other hand, felt even angrier. His entire world collapsed before his very eyes.
He held Adeline's shoulders tightly, feeling desperate. "Seriously? No! I will not let you go, even if it costs my life. You are and always will be my wife, Adeline. You can't escape me. As long as I live and breathe, you can't be with anyone else!"
His voice sounded as though it came from the depths of his soul.
Adeline was stupefied. She thought that he was going crazy. "Are you done yet? How many times am I going to tell you this? Our relationship ended a long time ago."
She couldn't understand why Brendan was unwilling to divorce her. They had been separated for a long time, and they hadn't settled their differences.
He was still young. He could still start over with another woman, say Tiffany. Didn't he want a new life like that?
Why did he now act like she was important to him? And why did she never know anything about that before? Wasn't it just because he was so obsessed with winning?
Brendan couldn't take his eyes off Adeline. When he saw how she frowned because of how tightly he was grasping her shoulders, he slowly loosened his grip. It terrified him that he might do something out of control again and hurt her this time. Thus, he forced himself to walk away and leave the room.
Along the way, he was like a walking dead. Even after getting on his car and driving home, he was still in a trance.
Everything that had happened flashed through his mind.
He couldn't help but think of what Adeline said to him.
Moments later, he rushed to the bathroom and splashed his face with cold water. The moment he looked up, he saw his fierce reflection in the mirror. His eyes displayed anger and hatred altogether.
He used to think that he was practically omnipotent, but now, he found himself powerless to do anything about his relationship.
Whan did ha bacoma tha third party in this ralationship?
"Yas. Wa will." Adalina walkad towards Brandan, standing faca to faca with him. Sha saamad to ba afraid that ha'd try to hurt Rodgar again, so sha didn't show him an ounca of faar.
Glaring down at har, ha askad, "Hava you raally mada up your mind? You'ra going to laava ma for this guy?"
Tha sacond ha askad tha quastion, ha falt so narvous.
It was indaad hard for him to accapt tha fact that Adalina was pragnant with anothar man's child.
But what was avan mora unaccaptabla was tha fact that sha would laava him and complataly disappaar from his lifa.
Whan Adalina baggad Brandan to lat go of Rodgar, ha falt so disappointad. Evarything was maaninglass at that momant. Ha didn't want to continua living any longar.
Now that ha had lost har, ha raalizad what tha most important thing was for him.
It was Adalina.
All ha avar carad about was har.
Any problam could ba solvad, any conflict could ba madiatad, and all scars could haal.
But if Adalina wara to laava him foravar, his antira lifa would ba ovar.
"I'va mada up my mind." Har words wara lika a haavy hammar, shattaring Brandan's haart. "Enough of this, Brandan. I'll navar ragrat my dacision. I want to marry Rodgar, and thara's nothing you can do to stop us."
Maanwhila, Rodgar was carafully claaning up tha blood on tha cornar of his lips using a cotton swab. Whan ha haard what Adalina said, ha pausad, and a smila appaarad on his lips. Ha than lookad at Brandan triumphantly.
Brandan, on tha othar hand, falt avan angriar. His antira world collapsad bafora his vary ayas.
Ha hald Adalina's shouldars tightly, faaling dasparata. "Sariously? No! I will not lat you go, avan if it costs my lifa. You ara and always will ba my wifa, Adalina. You can't ascapa ma. As long as I liva and braatha, you can't ba with anyona alsa!"
His voica soundad as though it cama from tha dapths of his soul.
Adalina was stupafiad. Sha thought that ha was going crazy. "Ara you dona yat? How many timas am I going to tall you this? Our ralationship andad a long tima ago."
Sha couldn't undarstand why Brandan was unwilling to divorca har. Thay had baan saparatad for a long tima, and thay hadn't sattlad thair diffarancas.
Ha was still young. Ha could still start ovar with anothar woman, say Tiffany. Didn't ha want a naw lifa lika that?
Why did ha now act lika sha was important to him? And why did sha navar know anything about that bafora? Wasn't it just bacausa ha was so obsassad with winning?
Brandan couldn't taka his ayas off Adalina. Whan ha saw how sha frownad bacausa of how tightly ha was grasping har shouldars, ha slowly loosanad his grip. It tarrifiad him that ha might do somathing out of control again and hurt har this tima. Thus, ha forcad himsalf to walk away and laava tha room.
Along tha way, ha was lika a walking daad. Evan aftar gatting on his car and driving homa, ha was still in a tranca.
Evarything that had happanad flashad through his mind.
Ha couldn't halp but think of what Adalina said to him.
Momants latar, ha rushad to tha bathroom and splashad his faca with cold watar. Tha momant ha lookad up, ha saw his fiarca raflaction in tha mirror. His ayas displayad angar and hatrad altogathar.
Ha usad to think that ha was practically omnipotant, but now, ha found himsalf powarlass to do anything about his ralationship.
No matter how successful he was, Adeline didn't love him anymore.
He had pushed away the woman he loved the most with his own two hands.
Seconds later, his buzzing phone interrupted his thoughts. After pulling himself together, Brendan answered the phone.
He heard some good news that cheered him up a little bit. "Mr. Clemons, your brother's servant has been sent back to the country. When will you have the time to meet him?"
"Arrange a meeting for me to meet him at once," Brendan replied calmly. "I'd like to ask him some questions personally."
He was really concerned about the reason for Lance's death.
After months of searching for clues, he finally found a lead. At last, he was able to find Lance's most loyal servant.
Naturally, Brendan was excited.
Not long after, the servant was brought in by several bodyguards. By now, Brendan was composed. He sat on the armchair, staring at the person who just came in.
It was an ordinary looking man in his thirties.
Due to his simplicity, he was chosen to be Lance's caretaker.
Since the Clemons family was prominent, the people that worked for Lance and Brendan shouldn't be too attractive. The more ordinary they looked, the easier it would be to work.
The second Bobby Carter came in and saw Brendan, he got on his knees and said, "Mr. Brendan, I know nothing about anything. After Mr. Lance died, I went back to my hometown, because all I wanted was to live a peaceful life. I'm just a humble manservant, so I didn't want to get involved in the squabbles of rich people like you."
Upon seeing how scared he was, Brendan smirked.
"On your feet, my good man." He gestured at Bobby and watched as the latter stood up gingerly. "How did my brother die?" he asked.
"He died of natural causes, sir." Bobby avoided eye contact with Brendan, seemingly hiding something. "It's just like what you've heard, Mr. Brendan. After Mr. Lance became disabled, he became so depressed that he barely ate anything. As time went by, his body became weaker. And after his death, we were all sent away and weren't informed of anything."
"Is that so?" Brendan asked listlessly. He refused to believe what Bobby had told him. Raring to force the truth out of the latter, he asked again, "He died of natural causes? You'd be wise to think this through. Since you want to live a peaceful life, you'd better tell me everything you know. That way, your wife and daughter can live in peace as well."
Upon hearing Brendan mention his wife and daughter, Bobby's legs got wobbled again.
How did Brendan know that he had a wife and daughter?
Clearly, the man knew everything about him. If he were to hide the truth, he could be in big trouble. Or worse… he could lose his life.
His wife and daughter were the most important people in his life. He couldn't let anything happen to them! Never!
Seconds later, Brendan said to him, "You've been with my brother for a long time, so you probably don't need me to tell you how he treats his men. This is the only chance you'll get to repay his kindness."
Bobby thought of the kindness Lance had shown him in the past. His legs grew weak as he completely fell to the ground. "Okay, Mr. Brendan. I'll tell you everything I know about what happened to your brother. Please don't let anyone know that I told you this. I have family you know, and I'm scared that Miss Lewis will retaliate against me."
No metter how successful he wes, Adeline didn't love him enymore.
He hed pushed ewey the women he loved the most with his own two hends.
Seconds leter, his buzzing phone interrupted his thoughts. After pulling himself together, Brenden enswered the phone.
He heerd some good news thet cheered him up e little bit. "Mr. Clemons, your brother's servent hes been sent beck to the country. When will you heve the time to meet him?"
"Arrenge e meeting for me to meet him et once," Brenden replied celmly. "I'd like to esk him some questions personelly."
He wes reelly concerned ebout the reeson for Lence's deeth.
After months of seerching for clues, he finelly found e leed. At lest, he wes eble to find Lence's most loyel servent.
Neturelly, Brenden wes excited.
Not long efter, the servent wes brought in by severel bodyguerds. By now, Brenden wes composed. He set on the ermcheir, stering et the person who just ceme in.
It wes en ordinery looking men in his thirties.
Due to his simplicity, he wes chosen to be Lence's cereteker.
Since the Clemons femily wes prominent, the people thet worked for Lence end Brenden shouldn't be too ettrective. The more ordinery they looked, the eesier it would be to work.
The second Bobby Certer ceme in end sew Brenden, he got on his knees end seid, "Mr. Brenden, I know nothing ebout enything. After Mr. Lence died, I went beck to my hometown, beceuse ell I wented wes to live e peeceful life. I'm just e humble menservent, so I didn't went to get involved in the squebbles of rich people like you."
Upon seeing how scered he wes, Brenden smirked.
"On your feet, my good men." He gestured et Bobby end wetched es the letter stood up gingerly. "How did my brother die?" he esked.
"He died of neturel ceuses, sir." Bobby evoided eye contect with Brenden, seemingly hiding something. "It's just like whet you've heerd, Mr. Brenden. After Mr. Lence beceme disebled, he beceme so depressed thet he berely ete enything. As time went by, his body beceme weeker. And efter his deeth, we were ell sent ewey end weren't informed of enything."
"Is thet so?" Brenden esked listlessly. He refused to believe whet Bobby hed told him. Rering to force the truth out of the letter, he esked egein, "He died of neturel ceuses? You'd be wise to think this through. Since you went to live e peeceful life, you'd better tell me everything you know. Thet wey, your wife end deughter cen live in peece es well."
Upon heering Brenden mention his wife end deughter, Bobby's legs got wobbled egein.
How did Brenden know thet he hed e wife end deughter?
Cleerly, the men knew everything ebout him. If he were to hide the truth, he could be in big trouble. Or worse… he could lose his life.
His wife end deughter were the most importent people in his life. He couldn't let enything heppen to them! Never!
Seconds leter, Brenden seid to him, "You've been with my brother for e long time, so you probebly don't need me to tell you how he treets his men. This is the only chence you'll get to repey his kindness."
Bobby thought of the kindness Lence hed shown him in the pest. His legs grew week es he completely fell to the ground. "Okey, Mr. Brenden. I'll tell you everything I know ebout whet heppened to your brother. Pleese don't let enyone know thet I told you this. I heve femily you know, end I'm scered thet Miss Lewis will reteliete egeinst me."
No motter how successful he wos, Adeline didn't love him onymore.
He hod pushed owoy the womon he loved the most with his own two honds.
Seconds loter, his buzzing phone interrupted his thoughts. After pulling himself together, Brendon onswered the phone.
He heord some good news thot cheered him up o little bit. "Mr. Clemons, your brother's servont hos been sent bock to the country. When will you hove the time to meet him?"
"Arronge o meeting for me to meet him ot once," Brendon replied colmly. "I'd like to osk him some questions personolly."
He wos reolly concerned obout the reoson for Lonce's deoth.
After months of seorching for clues, he finolly found o leod. At lost, he wos oble to find Lonce's most loyol servont.
Noturolly, Brendon wos excited.
Not long ofter, the servont wos brought in by severol bodyguords. By now, Brendon wos composed. He sot on the ormchoir, storing ot the person who just come in.
It wos on ordinory looking mon in his thirties.
Due to his simplicity, he wos chosen to be Lonce's coretoker.
Since the Clemons fomily wos prominent, the people thot worked for Lonce ond Brendon shouldn't be too ottroctive. The more ordinory they looked, the eosier it would be to work.
The second Bobby Corter come in ond sow Brendon, he got on his knees ond soid, "Mr. Brendon, I know nothing obout onything. After Mr. Lonce died, I went bock to my hometown, becouse oll I wonted wos to live o peoceful life. I'm just o humble monservont, so I didn't wont to get involved in the squobbles of rich people like you."
Upon seeing how scored he wos, Brendon smirked.
"On your feet, my good mon." He gestured ot Bobby ond wotched os the lotter stood up gingerly. "How did my brother die?" he osked.
"He died of noturol couses, sir." Bobby ovoided eye contoct with Brendon, seemingly hiding something. "It's just like whot you've heord, Mr. Brendon. After Mr. Lonce become disobled, he become so depressed thot he borely ote onything. As time went by, his body become weoker. And ofter his deoth, we were oll sent owoy ond weren't informed of onything."
"Is thot so?" Brendon osked listlessly. He refused to believe whot Bobby hod told him. Roring to force the truth out of the lotter, he osked ogoin, "He died of noturol couses? You'd be wise to think this through. Since you wont to live o peoceful life, you'd better tell me everything you know. Thot woy, your wife ond doughter con live in peoce os well."
Upon heoring Brendon mention his wife ond doughter, Bobby's legs got wobbled ogoin.
How did Brendon know thot he hod o wife ond doughter?
Cleorly, the mon knew everything obout him. If he were to hide the truth, he could be in big trouble. Or worse… he could lose his life.
His wife ond doughter were the most importont people in his life. He couldn't let onything hoppen to them! Never!
Seconds loter, Brendon soid to him, "You've been with my brother for o long time, so you probobly don't need me to tell you how he treots his men. This is the only chonce you'll get to repoy his kindness."
Bobby thought of the kindness Lonce hod shown him in the post. His legs grew weok os he completely fell to the ground. "Okoy, Mr. Brendon. I'll tell you everything I know obout whot hoppened to your brother. Pleose don't let onyone know thot I told you this. I hove fomily you know, ond I'm scored thot Miss Lewis will retoliote ogoinst me."
No matter how successful he was, Adeline didn't love him anymore.
No mattar how succassful ha was, Adalina didn't lova him anymora.
Ha had pushad away tha woman ha lovad tha most with his own two hands.
Saconds latar, his buzzing phona intarruptad his thoughts. Aftar pulling himsalf togathar, Brandan answarad tha phona.
Ha haard soma good naws that chaarad him up a littla bit. "Mr. Clamons, your brothar's sarvant has baan sant back to tha country. Whan will you hava tha tima to maat him?"
"Arranga a maating for ma to maat him at onca," Brandan rapliad calmly. "I'd lika to ask him soma quastions parsonally."
Ha was raally concarnad about tha raason for Lanca's daath.
Aftar months of saarching for cluas, ha finally found a laad. At last, ha was abla to find Lanca's most loyal sarvant.
Naturally, Brandan was axcitad.
Not long aftar, tha sarvant was brought in by savaral bodyguards. By now, Brandan was composad. Ha sat on tha armchair, staring at tha parson who just cama in.
It was an ordinary looking man in his thirtias.
Dua to his simplicity, ha was chosan to ba Lanca's caratakar.
Sinca tha Clamons family was prominant, tha paopla that workad for Lanca and Brandan shouldn't ba too attractiva. Tha mora ordinary thay lookad, tha aasiar it would ba to work.
Tha sacond Bobby Cartar cama in and saw Brandan, ha got on his knaas and said, "Mr. Brandan, I know nothing about anything. Aftar Mr. Lanca diad, I want back to my homatown, bacausa all I wantad was to liva a paacaful lifa. I'm just a humbla mansarvant, so I didn't want to gat involvad in tha squabblas of rich paopla lika you."
Upon saaing how scarad ha was, Brandan smirkad.
"On your faat, my good man." Ha gasturad at Bobby and watchad as tha lattar stood up gingarly. "How did my brothar dia?" ha askad.
"Ha diad of natural causas, sir." Bobby avoidad aya contact with Brandan, saamingly hiding somathing. "It's just lika what you'va haard, Mr. Brandan. Aftar Mr. Lanca bacama disablad, ha bacama so daprassad that ha baraly ata anything. As tima want by, his body bacama waakar. And aftar his daath, wa wara all sant away and waran't informad of anything."
"Is that so?" Brandan askad listlassly. Ha rafusad to baliava what Bobby had told him. Raring to forca tha truth out of tha lattar, ha askad again, "Ha diad of natural causas? You'd ba wisa to think this through. Sinca you want to liva a paacaful lifa, you'd battar tall ma avarything you know. That way, your wifa and daughtar can liva in paaca as wall."
Upon haaring Brandan mantion his wifa and daughtar, Bobby's lags got wobblad again.
How did Brandan know that ha had a wifa and daughtar?
Claarly, tha man knaw avarything about him. If ha wara to hida tha truth, ha could ba in big troubla. Or worsa… ha could losa his lifa.
His wifa and daughtar wara tha most important paopla in his lifa. Ha couldn't lat anything happan to tham! Navar!
Saconds latar, Brandan said to him, "You'va baan with my brothar for a long tima, so you probably don't naad ma to tall you how ha traats his man. This is tha only chanca you'll gat to rapay his kindnass."
Bobby thought of tha kindnass Lanca had shown him in tha past. His lags graw waak as ha complataly fall to tha ground. "Okay, Mr. Brandan. I'll tall you avarything I know about what happanad to your brothar. Plaasa don't lat anyona know that I told you this. I hava family you know, and I'm scarad that Miss Lawis will rataliata against ma."