If this request had been made a few hours ago, even if the young man was unwilling, he would have left the room like a servant.
However, everything was different now. He did not leave immediately. Instead, he looked at his father, Mr. Simon. "You plan to leave …"
"I heard from the butler that you're selling everything here."
"The factory, the store, the warehouse, and the things in the warehouse. You've dismissed all the workers, including the house under our feet. That's part of your plan to sell!"
The young man's voice was not loud, but it was like a sudden clap of thunder in Mr. Simon's heart.
His actions were exposed, and he was a little panicked. "No, that's not true!"
For the first time, the young man did not lower his head and remain silent. Instead, he looked directly at the man who was panicking under his interrogation. He felt that this man was not as powerful as he thought.
"You're actually prepared to leave. As long as someone can take over these assets, you'll leave. You don't even plan to take me and my mother with you. You plan to leave us here and not leave anything for us!"
He had already guessed the truth. Mr. Simon's emotions stabilized. In this kind of relationship that he was familiar with, he quickly found his place.
"These are not things that you should know. Do you understand? I'll say it again. Now, I want you to leave this place immediately!"
He pointed at the door. As a father, as the ruler of this family, he began to fill the air again.
The young man began to feel the change in his soul, just like the countless times he had experienced the process of going from disappointment to despair. Bit by bit, he felt like he was being swallowed by darkness.
His expression was pained. He wanted to squeeze out a smile, but the smile was not very nice. "We can leave together. The three of us can go anywhere. It doesn't matter if we go to the country you came from or the country you haven't been to. We're a family, and we should live together …"
"Tell me, you plan to take us with you …"
He shouted loudly, but Mr. Simon remained silent. He pursed his lips, and his lips lost their color. Just like his current emotions, he was pale and nervous.
He still refused to admit that the person with darker skin tone who resembled his mother more than himself was his child. At the same time, he knew that this was actually a fact, but he just didn't want to admit it.
The longer he stayed here, the more he missed his wife, who had cheated on him, and his son, who would only call him "Dad" when he wrote letters asking for money. The mother and son here were just a prop, a vase, and a bastard for him to integrate into the local society.
The unfamiliar eyes with a trace of unhappiness and hatred caused the youth to fall into complete despair. He did not leave the room, but walked to the sofa and sat down. His hands grabbed his hair fiercely, and he fell into a state of madness.
"Why? If you don't like me and my mother, why did you marry her and give birth to me?"
He questioned Mr. Simon.
He had such a conjecture in the past, but he always told himself that it was just his imagination. How could anyone not love their own child?
He even found some excuses for Mr. Simon, such as the way he expressed his love was different, or that he was actually secretly paying attention to him …
He tried to deceive himself, to make himself believe that the lies he made up were the truth of this world, but it seemed that he had failed.
Mr. Simon seemed to have gotten over it at this moment. His voice was also cold, "Because if I didn't have a son like you, some of the locals wouldn't be willing to do business with me.
"I know what they think. They think that you will become my successor and inherit everything I have. They think that you are also a Nagalean …" Mr. Simon paused for a moment. He seemed to have thought of something, but his emotions did not allow him to think about it. "You are indeed a Nagalean!"
A strange smile appeared on his face, "And I, I am not a Nagalean. My son should not be a Nagalean either."
"You're right. I've never f * cking treated you as my child from the very beginning. I didn't plan to take you away either. I can't stand you. Now that you're no longer useful, I won't take you away!"
"Well, I have told you everything you want to know. Are you satisfied now? Are you satisfied with the answer?"
"If you are, then get out of my room. I get angry when I see you now!"
The teenager slowly raised his head with tears streaming down his face. Sometimes the muscles on his face would twitch uncontrollably. Coupled with the tears and snot, he did not look very good.
"So, you've never loved me, right?"
He asked. This was the last question.
Mr. Simon hesitated for a moment, then shook his head, "Never."
"I always thought that you did not like me because I was not good enough, even though I knew that I was lying to myself."
"You've rejected my last chance. Please allow me … to call you Papa (Daddy) …"
Papa was a more affectionate name for father in the Nagalean localization. Addressing father, mother, and the like was too literal. In real life, not many people spoke in this way. Other than the family environment and the education they received that forced them to do so, most of the time, people would still use this more humane term to address their parents.
Just as Mr. Simon was a little stunned, the teenager grabbed the shotgun on the sofa and raised it. Mr. Simon's expression was a little strange, and even a little disappointed.
"You won't shoot, and you won't dare to do that. I will leave some money for you and your mother so that you can live a good life. Now, stop saying those unpleasant things, put down the gun, and from my room …"
Bang!
The whole world seemed to be occupied by this loud sound. Mr. Simon looked at the fire in front of him, and he thought of the time when he had just arrived here.
Preston was a very good hunter, and he loved to hunt. At that time, Mr. Simon had no choice but to rely on him. Fortunately, he had a successful experience in the past, which allowed him to have some connections in his own country.
Preston liked Mr. Simon for this. He was not a recycler who kept everything in his pocket. He only wanted those who were valuable to serve him.
In order to please Preston, Mr. Simon asked someone to get a few good shotguns and offered them to Preston.
These hunting rifles might not be of much use on the battlefield, but they were excellent in hunting.
They had a bigger caliber, faster muzzle speed, and more terrifying tearing power. He still remembered the manufacturer of the shotguns proudly telling him that he did not need to panic even if he was facing a crazy elephant.
He just needed to spread his feet slightly, one in front and one behind, stabilize his body's center of gravity, and then place the butt of the gun on his shoulder socket, aim at the elephant's head, and pull the trigger.
After a loud bang, the crazy elephant would fall to the ground like a rag doll, and it would no longer be a threat.
He fell backward slowly, and he saw the blood droplets in the air falling slowly. The blood was not as bright as one would expect, but it was a little dull.
He saw some bone fragments, and he was surprised to see another eyeball. The nerves of the eyeball were connected to a muscle, and it was also flying slowly in the air. He could even see endless fear in the eye, and his own reflection.
A pitiful creature who lost half of his head!
With a loud bang, Mr. Simon lay on the ground, his body twitching subconsciously. He only twitched a few times before he stopped, and blood gushed out from his head.
The young man, who was knocked over by the huge recoil, stood up again. The door was knocked open, and the butler and the young man rushed in. They saw Mr. Simon lying on the ground at first glance.
Compared to the surprised expression on the young man's face, the butler pulled out a cloth from the coffee table with a heavy expression and covered Mr. Simon's head with it.
Blood soon dyed the white cloth red. The young man wiped the tears off his face. He looked at Mr. Simon who was lying on the ground without any signs of life, and his heart was very complicated.
He used to think that the mountain that he could not cross had collapsed in front of him at this moment. Human life was really fragile.
He did not know how to describe his feelings at this moment. All kinds of emotions were surging, but compared to that, he still had some new work to do.
"What should I do next?"
The young man looked at the young man. "I have already shown my sincerity."
The young man nodded, seemingly very much in agreement. "Leave everything to me. From this moment onwards, you, your family, and your property will be protected and taken care of by the Nagalel Youth Party!"
Not long after, there were occasional gunshots in the surroundings, but it soon calmed down.
The riot spread from other places to here, and some people also had their eyes on Mr. Simon's house. After all, everyone knew who was richer among the foreigners here.
But just as they were about to break into Mr. Simon's house, they saw a body on the lawn with its head covered. A few young men were talking loudly about something. It seemed that some thugs had sneaked in and killed Mr. Simon.
At the same time, they also told the others that Mr. Simon's child, a Nagalel teenager, would inherit Mr. Simon's property and wealth. He was also a member of the Nagalel Youth Party.
If you don't want to cause trouble for your family, it's best not to set foot in this house!
The Nagalel Youth Party's influence and reputation were actually not enough, but they had guns in their hands. At this time, guns became the most persuasive thing.
People remembered the dead Mr. Simon, remembered the youth party, and the weapons in their hands.
They expressed their fear and left.
Sitting in the living room, facing his mother who did not look very sad, the young man stared at the sky outside the window in a daze.
He did not know whether his decision was right or wrong, but at least he was fighting for a chance.
A chance to control his own destiny.