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People are very subjective creatures, especially when a person is very ego, even if he does too much or does something wrong, he will not think so, he will only think that everything is a matter of the attitude of others, not himself. of.

Mr. Simon treats his children at home, his wife's attitude is not like a real father, a husband, but in his own view, he did what he should do.

He provided the woman and child with a life foundation that 80% of the Nagalil people could not enjoy, and gave them a prosperous life so that they can live well without working outside.

He has given so much, if anyone else is unsatisfied, then the problem must not be with him.

He thinks so, and he sees it this way, but some onlookers, such as Mr. Butler, from the perspective of non-parties, can see that Mr. Simon does not like the hostess and the young master.

At this time, the old housekeeper had faintly guessed that Master Simon might want to change the property and leave here. As a housekeeper, he naturally could not interfere with Master Simon’s thoughts and practices, but...

Facing the young master, the old housekeeper sighed slightly. He didn't want this, so he revealed something, even if the chance was slim.

"Master might... plan to leave here."

"He is going to travel, or go to other places to discuss business?" The young man did not realize this problem at first.

Although Mr. Simon was not good to him and his mother, he still took on the most basic responsibilities and provided him with a good growth environment.

When others are busy trying to survive, he can still go to school, so his feelings for Mr. Simon are very complicated. Sometimes he will be desperate, but sometimes he can comfort himself.

The smile on his face suggested to the old guard that the young man did not realize the seriousness of the problem. He looked around and lowered his voice, "Master used to be a member of the Prayton Firm, and now the Prayton Firm has fallen, the Federation The businessman is here, he may be planning... to leave here completely and return to where he came from."

"It doesn't matter whether I stay here or not. Anyway, I'm already an old bone. Maybe the turbulent sailing on the sea will kill me." There was something very special in his eyes, like It’s kind, caring and the like, "but you are different, master."

"I don't know some things, maybe you can... ask the master."

The old butler sighed again after finishing this, and then quickly left, leaving only the young man standing in a daze.

Mr. Simon’s departure is not good news for him. In fact, he has known over the years that his father has a family in another country, including another wife and children.

This is not a big problem for teenagers. In Nagalil, capable men take care of a few more women and help them realize their dream of reproducing offspring. It is not something that will be reprimanded by people.

It's not uncommon for a dozen or even dozens of wives in some rich family's homes to be common here, but there is just another aunt and a brother, and he doesn't care much.

But now, some things he deliberately ignored began to come to mind.

For example, Mr. Simon always put pictures of his other family in the places where he can see it most easily, on the bookshelf, on the desk, on the desk and even on the cabinet in the living room.

But here, there has never been a photo of him and his family here.

For example, he always writes letters to the family over there on time, and he writes for a long time each time. Three or four pieces of letter paper are filled with things and sent out, but he rarely communicates with the family members here, even if it is only a few. Sentence.

For example...

Too many, for example, this has caused the boy's good mood to fall into a low ebb. The most important thing now is to figure out whether Mr. Simon is planning to leave.

He quickly changed his expression. In such a family, in such a family relationship, he has learned how to disguise himself.

"Father……"

Two minutes later, he came outside the study, looked at Mr. Simon, who was writing something at his desk, and whispered.

He stood outside the door and did not cross the boundary even one centimeter away, because Mr. Simon said that without his consent, no one can enter his study, which also includes the hostess of the house and the young man. Owner.

The teenager didn't dare to disobey Mr. Simon's request. The scar on his forehead seemed to be a little painful, but he didn't feel it for a long time.

Mr. Simon didn't look up, didn't even speak, and continued to do his business.

About seven or eight minutes later, he put down the pen and rubbed his wrist. When he raised his head, the expression on his face was very indifferent, and his tone was also, "This time you should be doing homework or doing other things."

What he meant was that he didn’t want to see the young man here. The young man pursed his mouth, lowered his head, and continued, “Yes, I just ran into the housekeeper’s grandfather, and I heard something from him...”, he plucked up his courage and raised his head. Starting to look at Mr. Simon behind the desk, "Are you leaving?"

"Leave?" Mr. Simon's eyes became a little scary, "Who did you listen to, or is it your own wild guess?"

"I told you what you should know, I will definitely tell you, but what you shouldn't know, I don't want you to inquire about it honestly."

"I will not punish you this time, but if there is another time, let me know if you guess or inquire, these punishments will be added together."

Mr. Simon has a cane whip, which is used to beat those who have made mistakes. Treat these Nagalil natives not to be too kind, otherwise they will try to get past the master and the servant step by step. The boundaries.

The whip is a good thing to maintain your authority. It only takes a few strokes to make people recognize their status in a certain period of time.

Sometimes the teenager made a mistake, or his mother made a mistake, Simon would also beat them with a whip, every time with five whips, take off his shirt and beat them on the back.

Every time he was punished, he was very impressive. When he heard the punishment, a look of fear appeared in the young man's eyes, and his head dropped lower.

"If it's okay, just do your thing, remember to close my door...", as Mr. Simon rubbed his wrist, picked up the pen again, and began to write swiftly.

In fact, he had a typewriter here before, the kind that keeps tapping, and will make a ding at the end, and then push it back with a hand.

But afterwards, he didn’t use it. The frequency of writing letters was not low, but it was impossible to write every day. Secondly, the ink ribbon needed maintenance, and so did the typewriter.

He spent much more money on this aspect than the typewriter itself, and his typing skills were not very good, so he finally gave up.

The young man stood at the door and was silent for a moment. Simon raised his head again unhappily, looked at him, and nodded slightly. That meant he was asking him why he didn't leave and what else he wanted to do?

The teenager bowed slightly, and closed the door. All of a sudden, there was only a rustle in the study, and Mr. Simon, who was increasingly looking forward to returning to his real home and enjoying the warmth of the real family.

The more he has such thoughts, the more urgent he becomes, even if the children on his side have no feelings for him, everything depends on the money.

Even if his wife over there has cheated and has a lover, but he thinks it is to blame him, he did it wrong first, and he will make up for it when he goes back.

He can't bear the savage appearance of the child here, he can't bear the strange smell from his wife that can never be removed, he has had enough, he wants to go back!

The teenager returned to his room in a daze. When passing by his mother's room, he didn't even notice that his mother called his name.

He returned to the room, closed the door, and threw himself heavily on the soft bed. Looking at the sand tent, he became more and more confused.

He could already feel it, felt Mr. Simon's determination to leave, and... the determination to abandon them.

He could feel that kind of decision. It was amazing. He didn't know how to do it, but he just knew that he and his mother were about to be abandoned.

Tears flowed out of his eyes uncontrollably, even when his father whipped him, he never cried, because Mr. Simon said that the last thing a man should do is cry.

He hasn't cried since he was sensible. The more painful and injured, the more he has to smile, because this can cater to Mr. Simon's expectation that he may not exist, and comfort his mother.

But now, he cried. He is the one to be abandoned after all, and from the news from Mr. Butler, Mr. Simon seems to be going to sell everything here. He has not even considered the young man and his mother. How to live here.

This society is cruel. If rich people like them lose money all of a sudden, those outsiders will treat them more severely.

For almost twenty years, he is like an unflattering stone ~lightnovelpub.net~ Sometimes it can play a role, and it will be placed where it can be touched at any time.

Now he has no effect, and is about to be kicked away.

In sadness, he thought of a passerby whom he had talked with very well recently. He was a very interesting person. He was not like other Nagalil people. He hoped to end his life in a muddle-headed manner, and then voted for one. Good fetus.

In this interesting young man, he felt something that the Nagalil had never had before, a spirit, and an uplifting thing.

It is a stubborn resistance.

It is an active fight.

It is a fierce struggle.

Then use your will, body and hands to hold up a bright future!

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