Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee by KIKI

A cane with a metal base struck Carl's knees heavily.

With a loud thud, Carl, who could barely stand to begin with, collapsed to his knees, facing Ian directly. His eyes widened in disbelief, filled with shock and humiliation.

Grandpa Langdon didn't spare Carl a glance. Instead, he clasped his hands respectfully toward Ian and said, "Ian, it is my failure as a parent to teach him properly. I apologize for the trouble we've caused you. Rest assured that once we return, I will discipline him strictly. I deeply regret disrupting your afternoon. If there's anything you need in the future, don't hesitate to contact me. For now, I'll take my leave so as not to disturb you further."

Ian raised an eyebrow, momentarily unsure what game Grandpa Langdon was playing.

Not long ago, they had stormed in without a word, intending to cripple his two sons. Now suddenly, they were putting on this act of humility?

But did they think they could walk away so easily after turning his family into such a mess?

Not a chance.

A dark glint flashed across Ian's aged eyes. As Grandpa Langdon turned to leave, Ian's cold voice rang out.

"Wait."

Trevor Langdon froze in place, turning to face him.

Ian remained seated, his frail body leaning slightly forward. His gaze fell on Carl, who was still kneeling, dazed from Trevor's earlier scolding. Ian let out a cold laugh.

"Trevor, your son barged into the Brookes family today without a word and dared to point at my face and shout insults. I am his elder. Do you really think I'll let this go? Walking away without settling this is not only disrespectful to me but also

to the Brookes family. And what kind of lesson is it for your son if you're the one apologizing on his behalf? At his age, he should be able to take responsibility for his actions!" Trevor's face hardened. "What do you want, then?"

being reprimanded. Ian's lips curled into a sneer. "You know my health isn't great. Today, your son's behavior gave me quite a fright. I want him to bow his head, kneel, and apologize to me. That's not

pretense of civility and refinement he usually displayed. Now, he was like a furious, powerless street thug. "You're taking this

but compared to his son's outburst, he maintained a

will the family maintain its authority? How will anyone respect him in the future?" Trevor clearly didn't want to waste time with the Brookes family but softened his tone, attempting

our long-standing relationship, let's let this matter go. The Langdon family will owe you a favor, and we'll be ready to support you whenever you need

leaned back in his chair. His

apologize now. Don't bring up his status as the Langdon heir-I'm the head of the Brookes family, his elder. Bowing to an elder and admitting his mistakes is hardly unreasonable. Or are you saying the Langdon family looks down

Ian's eldest son, covered his ears, feeling like his head was about to burst from the argument. As he regained his composure, Ian's sharp gaze fell

leaned heavily against his younger brother

Jack, the reason Carl acts so arrogantly is because Uncle Trevor

always quick to respond, chimed in, "What nonsense, Brandon! Uncle Trevor is a fair and honorable man. He wouldn't play favorites. If he doesn't handle this properly, it'll damage his reputation in the hidden families. People will say the Langdon family bullies smaller families, steals from others, and abuses their power. How would they maintain their position

voice boomed, his patience wearing

handle this situation carefully, the entire hidden family network would hear about

Langdon family a target, isolating them from potential allies and turning

his fists, silently cursing Carl. If circumstances allowed, he would've kicked his son right

when caution was

swallowed his frustration and forced

by shared history and the same hidden traditions. Ian, you and I go way back. Carl was indeed reckless today. He owes you an apology, and he will give you one." Turning sharply toward his son, Trevor's voice hardened. "You fool! What are you waiting for? Apologize to your

twisted in rage, his

him a chance to object. His cold glare silenced Carl, who felt as if a crushing weight had settled on his chest. His breath caught, and though his hands clenched tightly

his proud head, Carl forced out a strained smile and bowed, pressing his forehead to

line today. My words were inappropriate, and I