Jike was so angry that his body was trembling.
He turned to Fulin and said, "Father, I was framed by them.
Please believe me.
I will never have the guts to sign such a domineering contract.
Behind them is someone from the Mellon Consortium.
I" Fulin looked away from his face, stared at the middle-aged man, and said, "Our Lane family will investigate this matter clearly.
Please give us one day."
"Okay.
"Father" Sandroulian shouted.
Fulin raised his hand to stop what he was saying.
His face, which was full of wrinkles and age spots, showed a bit of coldness.
His eyes were filled with an unprecedented coldness.
He said coldly: "Don't push yourself too hard.
If I take this evil, If your son is expelled from the family, you will get nothing but his body.
If you want it, take it."
After saying that, he waved his sleeves with a determined expression and did not look at Jike in front of him.
When Jike heard this, his face turned blue and white.
He didn't know whether he was scared or angry.
His knees softened and he knelt down.
He hugged Fulin's legs and cried: "Father, you can't do this. , if you drive me away from the family, they will definitely kill me.
You can't be so cruel, you can't."
"Yes, Grandpa" Among the third-generation descendants under the dining table, Hughes and another girl had panicked faces and hurriedly knelt down to plead for their father.
Fulin seemed to have heard nothing, his face was cold, his expression was not moved at all, he just looked directly at the middle-aged man coldly.
The middle-aged man's face changed slightly, and he looked at Fulin for a while.
Anger welled up on his face, and he said in a cold voice: "Old man, you are indeed so courageous and courageous.
Your biological son and grandson are not worth this."
"Money, I'll give you one day if I work for a day.
If you can't get the money tomorrow, get out of here, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."
He said and left angrily.
The butler immediately followed him and left the restaurant.
After a while, the butler quickly returned, bowed to Fulin and said, "Master, they left."
When Fulin heard this, his face trembled slightly, and he slowly leaned back on the chair.
The sharp murderous look in his eyes dimmed, and he seemed to have aged by more than ten years in an instant.
There was silence in the hall, and everyone's eyes fell on him.
Sandro couldn't bear it and whispered: "Father" Fulin raised his head slightly, glanced at him, was silent for a moment, and said slowly: "You should contact Deacon Antia immediately and ask her to come over."
Sandro said, "Yes."
After saying that, he glanced at Jike who was kneeling in front of Fulin.
His eyes flashed with cold light.
Without saying anything, he turned around and left quickly.
A moment later, the sound of the galloping hooves of a carriage could be heard outside the hall.
Jike's face was pale, he held Fulin's trouser legs tightly, and begged: "Father, I have really been framed.
Please keep me safe.
I am your biological son.
You have given him everything since you were a child." , I didn’t fight for anything, I know that I made a mistake this time, I was confused, but they deliberately wanted to deal with us, I” Fulin looked down at him, suddenly lifted the crutch in his hand, and wanted to hit it, but midway through, he felt a sudden pain in his chest, and his hand went limp.
He took two deep breaths and regained consciousness.
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Looking at Jike coldly, "Since our Ryan family was destroyed in the disaster decades ago, we have been living in the cracks these years.
You don't want to make progress, and now at this critical moment, you have fallen into their trap and put us away."
Decades of foundation were all destroyed in one fell swoop."
At this point, he was so emotional that he coughed repeatedly.
The middle-aged maid next to her handed over a handkerchief and tea, speaking in a caring voice.
Fulin took a sip of tea, took a breath, and said to Jike: "Just pray.
If there is really no other way, for the sake of other people and the future of the Lane family, I can only expel you."
Jike's face was instantly as pale as paper, and he hurriedly hugged Fulin's legs and begged desperately, tears streaming down his face.
Hughes and another girl at the back of the hall also crawled over on their knees, holding Fulin's other leg and begging, with tears on their faces.
Fulin was indifferent when he saw Hughes and the girl pleading, but his eyes flickered slightly and seemed a little moist.
At noon.
Sandro returned to the castle.
The ladies and young masters in the family were all sitting in the hall, looking at each other.
In the formerly noisy castle, there was no noise at this moment and it was silent.
Sandro glanced at it and said to the housekeeper: "Where are my father and third brother?"
"The master is in the study on the second floor, and Jike is kneeling at the door."
The housekeeper whispered.
Sandro snorted coldly and quickly went upstairs.
He immediately saw Jike, Hughes, and his sister kneeling in front of the study.
The three of them knelt here and kept begging, and their voices were already hoarse.
Seeing Sandro coming back, Jike looked over hurriedly, but saw that there was no one else behind him.
His face suddenly turned ugly and he said: "Where is Deacon Antia?
Why didn't she come?"
Sandro glanced at him and didn't bother to pay attention.
He strode over and knocked on the door, "Father, I'm back."
"Come in."
Fulin's old voice came from the room.
Sandro pushed the door open and entered.
Jike quickly climbed up and tried to squeeze in.
Sandro snorted and kicked him in the chest.
He turned around and locked the door.
He looked into the room and saw that Seeing Fulin looking haggard and leaning against the bed, the middle-aged maid gently kneaded his shoulders and waited on him.
His face changed slightly, and he stepped forward and said, "Father, are you okay?"
Fulin said: "She didn't follow."
Sandro gritted his teeth and said: "After hearing about this, Deacon Antia did not want to come.
She only asked me to bring you a sentence, saying that if you take this matter to the trial court, you will lose.
There is nothing she can do.
The only chance is to borrow Du With the status and financial resources of the divine messenger, the money will be repaid in one lump sum.”
The corner of Fulin's mouth twitched slightly, "Any favors are bullshit.
When our Lane family was glorious, we had a good relationship with her teacher, and later assisted her to rise to power.
Over the years, our Lane family has declined to this point, and I have suffered many injustices, but I I have never begged her, but now I am in great trouble.
I thought she would help her out of past friendship, but I didn’t expect that people’s hearts are colder than I imagined.”
Sandro stepped forward and said: "Father, don't be discouraged.
There will always be a solution to this matter.
Like she said, we can solve it when Du Shendu comes back."
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Fulin sneered and said: "With such a method, she said that the Mellon Consortium chose to make trouble at this time.
Could it be that they didn't have these preparations?
Even if he came back, it would not help.
They had already dealt with this matter.
I have been planning and have been waiting.
Dean kept asking me if the Mellon Group had taken any action.
We had no idea at the time, but now we know that they have already taken action.
The treaty at that time has been delayed until now, and the interest rates have increased.
How can we give the astronomical figures?"
Sandro's face changed and he said: "Father, they are exposed at this time.
Is there some reason?
Is it because the Scott Consortium is pushing them too hard, so they urgently need this money.
Otherwise, if they continue to wait, the interest will be higher.
No one can afford it then.”
Fulin looked downcast and said: "Don't you think the figure for this fee is quite appropriate?
It happens to be the price of a four-star high-grade magical spell.
They are making trouble at this time.
Their purpose is to bankrupt us and cut off Dean's wealth."
The escape route prevents us from responding to Dean, so that they can deal with Dean outside the wall, just like the frame-up he suffered when he was first imprisoned."
Sandro's face was ugly, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Father, if this is the case, why don't we expel the third child?
Only in this way can we save the future of the family.
We can't fall again, otherwise, we will never be able to do it again."
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