Chapter 116: There is nothing to talk about
Inside the room, Margaret Whitmore was kneeling down in front of a woman. Her hands were trembling and she kept on begging.
"Julian, please forgive my Lucian if he did something to offend you or John. He is just a kid. He doesn’t understand. I’ll do my best to stop him once he comes back from Hong Kong. I’ll give him a good beating. He’ll never do something like this again."
"Six years ago I let you, mother and son pair, leave out of the pity of my heart. Now, I regret my decision." Julian Smith glanced at the woman at her feet with a disgruntled expression. Margaret was the same age as Julian but still looked younger—and more beautiful despite the years. Even with all her salons and spas, Julian could not fight against natural grace.
"Should we beat her, Madam Julian?" one of the men said. There were three bulky men holding rods.
"It is not necessary. I’m not that vulgar of a woman. If she understands by my words, there’s no need for violence." Julian waved her hand with elegance. "Besides, I cannot witness violence. You may teach her the lesson once I leave."
"Madam Julian, your worry is baseless. There is no way my Lucian would think about laying any claim on the inheritance of Victor Smith. We are both content with our lives. We don’t want anything else. We just want to be left alone." Margaret kept her head low, her voice soft with reverence. This woman had already once made their life a living hell. She didn’t want history to repeat.
"Silence. Do not pretend that you know nothing. It must have been you behind the planning. Your son is still a child—he can’t think of such complex things. He contacted your family in Hong Kong and wanted their help to attend Victor Smith’s hearing." Julian laughed. "But your family is just a bunch of cowards. Not only did they decline to help him, but they also warned us to keep you both away."
Margaret was startled. Lucian had told her he’d gone to Hong Kong to accompany his President. "That stupid kid," she muttered under her breath. Once he returned home, she would surely give him a real lesson to straighten out his rebellious mind. I’ve told him countless times about the nature of our family. And yet he still contacted them—and didn’t even tell me?
"But let me tell you this: if either you or your useless bastard of a son appears on the day of the inheritance hearing, I’ll not let you two walk out alive. I’ve been merciful enough with you these past years."