Chapter 962: Tricks
He Da’s face was grim. This He Weng seemed impossible to sway, judging by his attitude today, it was clear they were going to bleed heavily.
"Zhuo Lin, what do you want? I can relay your demands. After all, it’s better to resolve animosity than to deepen it. You and Zhuo Tang are uncle and nephew, that’s something that’ll never change in a lifetime. Why bring yourself unhappiness?"
Zhuo Lin shouted angrily, "Zhuo Tang is my uncle? I don’t have an uncle like him. You want reconciliation? Fine! I can ask my friends to drop the matter, but I demand Zhuo Tang give me an explanation. Who stole the files from the computer in my room? If he doesn’t clear my name, I would rather die than compromise. Also, my mother’s ashes must be placed in the Zhuo Family’s ancestral tomb; she must be buried alongside my father.
This is her right. I don’t need the inheritance! But my parents’ belongings must be returned to me."
These were the things he had been pleading with Zhuo Tang about for so long now, things Zhuo Tang had continually refused.
He only wanted an explanation, a reasonable justification.
He Da’s expression softened. This seemed easy to resolve.
Compared with ten billion, these grudges within wealthy families weren’t significant.
When He Da discussed this with Zhuo Tang, Zhuo Tang flew into a rage.
"That bastard! His education was funded by us, everything he ate and drank came from us, and now he dares accuse the family? His mother not being allowed into the ancestral tomb wasn’t my decision, it was the old man’s. What does this have to do with me? That bastard, son of a bitch, doesn’t even consider that without the Zhuo Family, he would’ve starved to death long ago. Ungrateful dog, just like his mother, that cheap wench. Tell him—there’s no chance!"