Blackstone Code Chapter 479: I can’t wait for the charity
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People are very subjective creatures, especially when a person is very egoistic, even if he does too much or makes a mistake, he will not think so, he will only think that everything is a matter of other people's attitude, rather than your own.
Mr. Simon treats his children at home, his wife does not behave like a real father, a husband, but in his own eyes, he does what he should.
He provided that woman and child with a foundation of life that 80% of Nagalilans could not enjoy, and gave them a life of abundance, so that they could live well without having to work outside .
He has given so much, and if anyone is not satisfied, it must not be his fault.
He thinks so, and sees it this way, but some bystanders, such as Mr. Butler, who are not the parties, can see that Mr. Simon really doesn't like the heroine and the little host.
At this time, the old butler has vaguely guessed that Mr. Simon may want to sell his property and leave here. As a butler, he naturally cannot interfere with Mr. Simon's thoughts and practices, but...
Facing the young master, the old butler sighed softly, he didn't want this, so he revealed something a little, even if the chance was slim.
"My lord may... plan to leave here."
"Is he going to travel, or go to other places to talk 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 environment to grow up.
He is still able to go to school when others are already busy trying to survive, so his feelings for Mr. Simon are very complicated, sometimes he is desperate, but sometimes he can comfort himself.
The smile on his face suggested to the old guard that the teenager did not realize the seriousness of the problem, he looked around and lowered his voice, "Master used to be a member of the Preton firm, and now the Preton firm has collapsed. Now, the federal businessman is here, he may be planning to... leave here completely and go back to where he came from."
"It doesn't matter whether I stay here or not. Anyway, I'm already an old bone. Maybe the bumpy sea voyage will kill me." There was a very special kind of expression in his eyes. Things, like kindness, caring, "but you're different, sir."
"I'm not sure about some things, maybe you can...ask sir."
After the old butler finished speaking, he sighed heavily again, and left quickly, leaving only the teenager standing there in a daze.
It is not good news for Mr. Simon to leave, 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 dreams of reproduction. It is not a thing to be reprimanded .
It is not uncommon to see a dozen or even dozens of wives in some rich families, but there is another aunt and a brother, and he doesn't care much.
But now, something he's deliberately neglected is starting to come to mind.
For example, Mr. Simon always places pictures of his other family where he can most easily see them, on the bookshelf, on the desk, on the desk or even on the living room cabinet.
But here, there has never been a photo of him and his family here.
For example, he always writes letters to the family members over there on time, and every time he writes for a long time, three or four pieces of stationery are filled with things and sent out, but he rarely communicates with the family members here for a short time. Even if it's just a few words.
For example...
Too many, for example, this made the boy's originally good mood sink to a low ebb. Now the most important thing is to find out if Mr. Simon intends to leave.
He quickly changed his expression, in such a family, in such a family relationship, he had learned how to disguise himself.
"Father..."
Two minutes later, he came to the outside of the study, looked at Mr. Simon, who was writing something with his head down at his desk, and let out a soft sigh.
He just stood outside the door and didn't cross the line even a centimeter, because Mr. Simon had said that no one could enter his study without his consent, including the women of the house. Master and little master.
The boy didn't dare to disobey Mr. Simon's request. The scar on his forehead seemed to be throbbing, but he didn't feel it for a long time.
Mr. Simon didn't even look up, didn't even speak, and continued to do his business.
About seven or eight minutes later, he put down the pen, rubbed his wrist, looked up with a very indifferent expression on his face, and his tone was also, "You should be doing your homework at this time, or doing something else. things."
What he meant was that he didn't want to see the young man here. The young man pursed his lips, lowered his head, and continued, "Yes, I met the housekeeper just now, and I heard something from him..." He encouraged Courageously raised his head and looked 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 random guess?"
"I told you, I will tell you what you should know, but what you shouldn't know, I don't want you to ask around dishonestly."
"I won't punish you this time, but if there is another time, let me know that you are guessing or asking, and the penalties will add up."
Mr. Simon has a cane whip, which is used to beat the servants who have made mistakes. You can't be too kind to these Nagalil natives, otherwise they will try to cross the master and the servant step by step. boundaries between people.
The whip is a good thing to maintain one's own authority. It only takes a few strokes to make people recognize their status within a certain period of time.
Sometimes the teenager made a mistake, or his mother made a mistake, and Simon would beat them with a whip, five times at a time, to take off his shirt and beat him on the back.
Each punishment is impressive. When he heard the punishment, there was a look of fear in the boy's eyes, and his head drooped even lower.
"If it's alright, just go to your business, remember to close my door...", Mr. Simon rubbed his wrist, picked up the pen again, and began to write quickly.
Actually, he used to have a typewriter here, the kind that keeps knocking, ding, and then push it back with a hand.
But after using it, I don't need it anymore. First, he doesn't write letters frequently, but it's impossible to write every day. Second, the ink ribbon needs to be maintained, and so does the typewriter.
He spent far more money on this than the typewriter itself, and his typing skills weren't very good, so he gave up.
The young man stood at the door and was silent for a moment. Simon raised his head again, looking at him a little unhappily, and nodded slightly, which meant that he was asking him why he didn't leave and wanted to do What?
The teenager bowed slightly, and closed the door. Suddenly, there was only rustling in the study, and a Mr. Simon who was looking forward to returning to his real home and enjoying the warmth of a real family.
The more such thoughts, the more urgent he is, even if the children on his side have no feelings for him, everything is for the sake of money.
Even though his wife has cheated on him and has a lover, but he thinks it's his fault, he did it wrong first, and he'll make up for it when he goes back.
He can't stand the savage look of the kid here, he can't stand the weird smell from his wife here that he can never get rid of, he's had enough, he's going 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 went back 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, feel Mr. Simon's determination to leave, and... to abandon them.
He could feel the decision, it was amazing, he couldn't tell how it was done, but he just knew that he and his mother were about to be abandoned.
The tears flowed uncontrollably from his eyes, and he didn't even cry when his father whipped him, because Mr. Simon said the last thing a man should do is cry.
He hadn't cried since he was sensible, and the more pain and injury he got, the more he had to smile, because then he could meet Mr. Simon's expectations that he might not exist, and comfort his mother.
But now, he's crying, he's the one to be abandoned after all, and according to the news from Mr. Butler, Mr. Simon seems to be planning to sell everything here, he doesn't even think about young people How to live here with his mother.
This society is cruel. If rich people like them have no money all of a sudden, those outsiders will treat them even harder.
For almost twenty years, he's been like an unflattering rock ~IndoMTL.com~ that sometimes does a little bit of work, and is placed where it can be touched at any time.
He's useless now, about to be kicked away.
In the midst of his sadness, he thought of a passerby who had a good chat with him recently. He was a very interesting person. He was not like other Nagalilians, and hoped to end his life in a hurry. Then cast a good tire.
In this interesting young man, he felt something, a spirit, something uplifting that the Nagarians never had.
It is a stubborn resistance.
It is an active struggle.
It was a fierce struggle.
Then use your own will, body and hands to hold up a bright future!
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