Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 1555: I will talk

Stephen should've known when Hugo told him a new driver came to fill in. It had already happened, not just once in the past. However, a part of his mind wanted to deny it. After all, he still wanted to cling to the slightest bit of hope that those people who put his son in jail had forgotten about it.

After all, Stephen had already made peace with the fact that his only son was imprisoned.

He still had his wife and daughter, who were enjoying all the peace in the world under his protection. And Stephen wanted to keep it that way. He could only wish that Sven, who had found a way to the Lord, would continue to reflect on his actions.

"Though so."

Hugo studied his uncle's red face for a moment, then shifted his attention to the person he had just tossed on the ground. His foot tapped on the floor as he stared at the person, who barely had a bruise on his cheek.

"Should I..." he trailed off, frowning as he cast Stephen another look. "Uncle, you're distracting me. Just go back to the car."

Stephen's breath hitched, his thoughts running and then blanking out. "Huh?"

"I'm going to beat the hell out of him if he doesn't give me what I want," Hugo explained. "And I don't think you'd want to see that."

"..." Stephen held his breath, his fingers digging into his palms. "I am not... going."

"Why?"

Stephen clenched his teeth and then glared at the guy who was tied up. "I want to hear his reason."

"Gosh..." Hugo shook his head, trying not to judge his uncle, but his face betrayed him even without words. "Whatever. Don't blame me if you won't be able to sleep at night after this."

been sleeping well since all of this began," Stephen breathed out. "And watching him getting beaten up is not going to be

"nothing was amiss" that time, only for Stephen to meet someone and tell them that he had actually "baited" Charles, was beaten, and perhaps, killed. Stephen didn't stay to watch the execution, but he knew deep in his bones

anymore, rocking his head in understanding. He no longer focused on Stephen and set his

this quick, alright?" He remarked casually, as if it were another Thursday for him. "Tell me. Will you give me what

paused and raised his brows. "Cutting your tongue is also

his head in horror. His breathing was ragged and short, as if he were almost losing his oxygen. Considering the rope tied around his wrists, feet,

formed on his forehead, and he gulped. He made muffled noises through the

"Uhh... ugh..."

man. "Should

a look. This

that he will talk,"

he was shaking

doesn't want me to do that," Hugo explained, sighing in defeat as he pushed himself up. He then walked over to their hostage pinning

all these years, one of

as loyal as they claim," Hugo muttered, grabbing

man would sit.

front of death, even

try to flee,

means throwing away everything

lose in those moments, even for a cause," he

his mouth. He then glared at Hugo, who

trailed off, clenching his teeth as he shook his head. "I'm just a foot soldier, alright? I just take orders from my boss's boss! I don't know anything. All I know is

he could even finish, Hugo grabbed his collar and

of his face darkened as he lowered his head, his face close