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."

this began," Stephen breathed out. "And watching him getting beaten up is not going to

that "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

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

remarked casually, as if it were another Thursday for him. "Tell me. Will you give me what I want? Or should I break all your

brows. "Cutting your tongue is also an

in horror. His breathing was ragged and short, as if he were almost losing

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

"Uhh... ugh..."

man. "Should I kick

face twitched, casting Stephen a look. This was why

is that he will talk,"

was shaking

hostage pinning him by the shoulder until the man was lying on his stomach, then swiftly untied the

fighting for all these years, one of the things

as loyal as they claim,"

pulled him up so the man would sit. Crouching in front of their hostage,

front of death,

try to flee,

means throwing away everything

believed in. Life, after all, just feels too precious to lose in those

He then glared at Hugo, who was

foot soldier, alright? I just take orders from my boss's boss! I

he could even finish, Hugo grabbed his collar

the slightly innocent smile Hugo carried, his unsmiling face appeared more like a beast preying on its prey. The side of his face darkened as he lowered his head, his face close enough to