My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 653 Playing Tricks

"Well, of course, that's just secondary," Owen responded. "Those bodyguards spent years by her side, understanding her situation. They saw the love between them, saw your father's growing distance from her, and witnessed him marrying one concubine after another. Your father was a betrayer, without any reason. Old Mrs. Xenos couldn't comprehend it and concealed her sadness. She often dressed in Habanera costumes and sang Habanera in the courtyard. At that time, she was still waiting for your father. It wasn't until the birth of the first young master of the Xenos Family… Old Mrs. Xenos lost her sanity and wept for days."

Pausing for a breath, Owen continued, "After that, she lost her will to live and sought solace with the bodyguards who had been by her side. These bodyguards had been with her day and night for years and couldn't help but feel pity for her. Shawn's biological father was among them. No one knows for certain who the baby's true father is. At that time, passion and desire were overwhelming, and details didn't matter. Everyone selfishly hoped it was them. However, since the child was born to Old Mrs. Xenos, he held a special place in everyone's hearts. Unfortunately, she didn't share the same sentiment. She handed him over to her sister, Alicia, to raise him from the moment he was born. She even suggested to your father to send him out of the mansion for training while he was still young."

Curiously, I wondered about Owen's role among these bodyguards.

What role did Owen play among these bodyguards?

My thoughts wandered back to the audio recording I had listened to, where Eliza vowed to make James Xenos experience the same betrayal if he ever made her feel that way.

Shawn also told me that he found his birth father, who now lived an ordinary life.

"Have you also been with Eliza? But you seem very young, only a few years older than Shawn. Otherwise, she wouldn't have assigned you as Shawn's bodyguard. What's the story behind it all?" I asked.

Unlike before, Owen didn't refuse to communicate with me this time. He sat there, relaxed as if he had returned home, reminiscing, "As Shawn grew up, the bodyguards by her side were entering middle age. Old Mrs. Xenos was someone who didn't dwell on the past, even though everyone wanted to follow her without hesitation. However, she would replace her bodyguards with a new batch every eight or nine years. As a result, the bodyguards by her side were always young, while those who were eliminated by her continued to serve her outside."

I found it hard to believe that Eliza had such a scheme in place.

It seemed those bodyguards lacked independent thinking.

Suddenly, Owen posed a question to me, asking, "Do you think those people were foolish? They knew there would be no good outcome, yet they willingly allowed themselves to be used by Old Mrs. Xenos. I joined her when I was around twenty years old."

I speculated that Eliza must have been in her forties or fifties at the time.

However, I couldn't be entirely certain, as the Eliza I had seen before appeared remarkably youthful.

It seemed Eliza had a knack for taking care of herself.

"At that time, she was already in her early forties," Owen continued. "On my first day in her backyard, someone taught me how to please her. Can you believe it? I was so shocked and wanted to escape. I planned to find the head of the family and expose their secrets."

"But you didn't escape," I interjected, picking up on his narrative.

Owen nodded, his eyes welling up. "Yes, the moment I saw Old Mrs. Xenos, I gave up because she was a woman with gentle eyes filled with sadness. She promised me a large sum of money to support my parents if I gave myself to her. It was only later that I learned that the bodyguards who joined her had their weaknesses. That's how she managed to go unnoticed by the family head for so many years because no one dared to betray her."

I wasn't particularly intrigued by these details.

"What happened later?" I asked, eager to reach the heart of the matter.

With a nostalgic expression, Owen said, "I fell in love with her. Isn't that ridiculous? Later, she changed my identity and made me the personal bodyguard of the head of the Xenos Family to monitor Shawn."

Finally, Owen reached the crux of his story.

Ezekiel listened quietly. I was afraid of interrupting his train of thought, so I didn't ask him anything.

Letting out a sigh, Owen continued, "A tiger doesn't eat its own cubs. Although Old Mrs. Xenos monitored Shawn, deep down, she would never harm him. I remember I was twenty-five years old when I was assigned to Shawn's side."

Connecting the dots, I deduced, "The confidentiality agreement was signed nine years ago, which means you arrived just as Shawn returned to the Xenos Family, right?"

Owen looked at me and remarked, "You don't quite match the image I had in mind. Well, at least you're not as foolish."

I found myself at a loss for words.

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actions than his peers, even surpassing the family head. He didn't trust the bodyguards around him, but he kept them close,

Family had four sons, and Shawn's ascension to power must have faced challenges

my father? Was he unaware? He controlled the vast Xenos Family,

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