Sweet Revenge

chapter 577

Chapter 577 Being Taunted on the Street
Simon didn’t simply rely on his grandpa’s love and preference to hold a high place in the Palmer family for so many years.
But they had just said so much, and it made her think of something else. She said, “Both your second uncle and third uncle died very strangely.”
They were both young. One of them fell off a cliff, and the other drowned while diving. In addition, Simon’s youngest uncle died while he was still an infant. Also, Simon’s father had been sick all this time. If such misery only happened to one of them, maybe it was because the one was unlucky. But it happened to all of them… That was too much of
a coincidence.
“Indeed.” He nodded, and his eyes were filled with a bit of ruthlessness. “How could there be so many coincidences? Our family has been thriving for years, and we are influential. Naturally, we have attracted a lot of hatred and enemies.”
He didn’t finish his sentence, but his face was gloomy. He probably remembered
something.
Looking at him, Silvia felt a little distressed. She raised her hand and caressed his cheek. “It … was not easy for you, right?”
As a descendant of the Palmer family, he would experience all kinds of struggles. Besides internal strife, he also had to deal with external enemies who hunted him down or even wanted him dead. And there was more. He was the successor, and what he had been through from when he was a teenager to the present was simply unimaginable.
“It’s history now,” he smiled indifferently.
He made light of all his sufferings, but she knew how hard it must have been for him. There must have been so many fights and difficulties. He faced numerous attempts to frame him and assassinate him. No wonder he was a light sleeper. No wonder he could
cope with all kinds of situations.
He wasn’t born that way. He grew up quickly in the trials.
Her eyes were filled with distress, which made Simon feel uneasy somehow. His eyes
were no longer so sharp, and he said gently, “Hey, I am not as miserable as you think. Stop visualizing!”
“I’m not saying that you’re miserable. I just think that it was not easy for Grandpa.” Since he didn’t want to mention it, Silvia pretended not to care about it. She changed the
subject.
Simon was stunned and didn’t say anything.
“It must have been hard for Grandpa to keep this secret. Not to mention that he had to shoulder all the responsibilities and raise you. It really was not easy for him,” Silvia
said seriously.
He was a father, and losing his sons must have broken his heart, too. However, he couldn’t let the pain consume him. He had to appease his wife, bring the Palmer family forward, and nurture the next generation.
Because of the lesson he had learned, he was much stricter with Simon. He taught Simon knowledge, management, and fighting skills, and he even arranged all kinds of assassinations for Simon, making Simon accustomed to such a life.
As Simon’s grandfather, of course, he didn’t want to see Simon suffer so much. After all, Simon was just a kid back then. But his hands were tied. Simon was a descendant of the Palmer family, and this was Simon’s destiny.
Simon’s grandfather made it clear that Simon was the successor. Also, there was increased security in the Palmer’s place. What was more, there were a lot of bodyguards around Bridger, while Miley was always by his side. All the factors combined made sure that Bridger could grow up carefreely.
Bridger enjoyed the glory and wealth of the Palmer family without knowing the hardships within. No one knew whether it was a good thing for him or not.
“It wasn’t easy for Grandpa indeed,” Simon nodded and sighed softly. “It is also
because of this that I cannot be too cruel to Grandma.”
He could tolerate Miley when it came to trivial matters and try not to argue with her.
Anyway, this time, Miley’s choice shocked and moved him utterly.
“I understand. Let’s take care of her together from now on,” Silvia said. She was a
mother-soon-to-be, and she resonated with Miley deeply.
Bridger’s matter could be put aside for now. They would leave it to Miley after Miley got
better.
Bridger wandered outside. He pulled over till his car almost ran out of gas.
It was late at night, and the sky was dark. There were several stalls on the side of the road serving food. The smell of food was wafted along by the breeze, making his stomach rumble.
He opened the door, got out of the car, found a seat, and sat down. “I’ll have fifty skewers and a dozen beers.”
The owner of the stall nodded and went to make food. Soon, the food and beer were served. The meat smelt so nice. Bridger sat alone while eating and drinking. For a moment, he forgot all his troubles and his shame.
There were a lot of people here, and it was noisy. No one noticed Bridger or knew him. After a while, Bridger had already drunk most of the beer and was a little dizzy.
As he drank, he suddenly felt so aggrieved. He thought, I’ve been out here for so long, yet no one has called me. No one in this world cares about me!
That woman claims that she loves me and dotes on me. But she is the one who makes
me doomed!
Liars! All of them! Liars!
He bit the skewers hard, completely forgetting that he hadn’t turned his phone back on after it was turned off. He drank another two bottles of beer. The nightclub opposite the stall was brightly lit, and people dressed up in trendy fashion came and went from time
to time.
He looked at the nightclub drunkenly. He used to be a regular there, but now he could only sit here and drink, not knowing what his future would be.
“Hey, I want a hundred skewers. Send them to the private room in the nightclub over there when you’re done,” someone ordered and gestured to the nightclub opposite.
The owner of the stall nodded. The man who ordered was about to leave when he turned around and saw Bridger. He seemed in disbelief. He tilted his head and looked at Bridger carefully. Then he smiled and walked over, putting his hand on Bridger’s shoulder. “Well, well. Who do we have here? Bridger? Why are you sitting here alone? Are you here to experience civic life?” He grinned.
Bridger raised his eyelids and glanced at the man. The man looked somehow familiar. Then he remembered that it was Dooley Riley, the son of another rich family in Washington. Dooley had a beef with him back then, but Dooley’s family was no match for the Palmer family, so Dooley could only submit to humiliation.
One could never avoid one’s enemy. Bridger felt that he was so unlucky to run into Dooley right here, right now.
“Piss off!” Bridger stood up and staggered, wanting to leave.
“Hey, you haven’t paid the bill!” the owner of the stall chased out and shouted.
Bridger wasn’t trying to dine and dash. He simply forgot to pay. Dooley put his arm
around Bridger’s shoulders and didn’t let Bridger go. Dooley mocked, “Come on, Bridger! It’s just a few skewers! What is it? You don’t have the money? Oh, that’s right!
A birdie told me that someone isn’t the son of a wealthy family at all. He’s a fake! I
thought he was born purple, yet he’s nothing!” Dooley burst into laughter.
Being laughed at by Dooley, Bridger was furious. He turned his head and punched Dooley. “Get lost!”
Dooley was laughing out loud. He was caught off guard. He was stunned, and then he cursed, “Fuck!” In the next second, he fought back. The two men fought, and the scene became chaotic.
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