At that moment, Troy was visibly upset. âNeera, even if you are the head of the family now, basking in your success, donât go too far! When an inferior person gets conceited, it never ends well. Arenât you afraid of retribution for your reckless actions?â
Those words were extremely unpleasant to hear. Jean couldnât bear it any longer. His face darkened, ready to retort.
However, Neera preemptively grabbed him, holding her chin high without arrogance or humility, staring at Troy. âRetribution? What retribution? Iâm really puzzled. What benefits has Bartitsu Guild given you that youâre so biased toward them? Theyâve already killed your clansmen, yet you still defend the guild, saying theyâre not the direct cause. If the other Gordon family members heard this, Iâm afraid youâd be drowned in a sea of their spit! Bartitsu Guild has always been eyeing the Gordon family with covetous eyes, wary of the Gordon familyâs power, yet desiring to seize control of the District Five from my hands. Is there still a need to follow such a force? Do you really have to wait until the guild canât stand it any longer, overturns the entire Gordon family, and then you go to the underworld to admit how ridiculous your persistence is to our ancestors? Donât forget, even though the Gordon family is under Bartitsu Guild, the Gordon family has never truly served it. The Gordon family only truly serves itself!
Whenever the interests of the Gordon family are infringed upon, we must promptly cut our losses and think of other ways out. Sticking to the old ways, remaining unchanging, will only lead the Gordon family into a quagmire! The family will only be plunged into an abyss with no chance of turning things around!â
She spoke these words with perfect articulation, finalizing the matter with a decisive bang.
âIn any case, my decision to join Lordsworth Estate is final, and no one can change it. Those of my clan who wish to come with me are welcome. As the head of the Gordon family, I will protect them. Those who do not wish to come, I will not force. If they wish to remain in Bartitsu Guild, they may do so. The Gordon family will not fall apart without them!â After she finished speaking, she turned around and went upstairs.
When Jean followed her into the room, he saw her furiously watering the plants, clearly quite upset.
Jean found it amusing. He walked over, playfully touched her chin, and said, âWhy are you suddenly upset? Werenât you quite domineering just now?â
Neera kept a straight face, feeling extremely annoyed. âI just feel that they really donât get it. Canât they see the current situation of the Gordon family? Why do they insist on staying in Bartitsu Guild time and again? Could it be that theyâve actually accepted benefits from the Guild?â
Jean sat next to her, helping her with the analysis. âThis shouldnât be the case. Although Mr. Baxter always likes to express an opposing view, itâs just to bring you down and covet the position of the Gordon family head. As for colluding with Bartitsu Guild, heâs not that foolish. All right, donât sulk anymore, letâs eat. The food is getting cold.â
Neera grumbled and shook her head, âNo, Iâm not going. Iâm already fed up. Seeing them just annoys me.â
Jean chuckled, thought for a moment, then tilted his head to look at her. âHow about I take you out for a meal? You can choose whatever you want to eat.â
Neera blinked and nodded in agreement.
Before the two of them left, Baxter was still there. Neera didnât even spare him a glance, swiftly stepping out the door.
However, that dinner, ultimately, was not enjoyable.
Neera had initially wanted to cast aside all matters, to immerse herself in the world fully with Jean.
However, unexpectedly, she received a call from Maggie.
When she heard Maggieâs voice, Neera felt a moment of daze as if she had suddenly returned to her childhood.
âNeera? Neera Are you listening? Itâs me, Mom!â On the phone, Maggieâs anxious voice brought Neeraâs thoughts back to reality.
The emotion in Neeraâs eyes faded away, quickly returning to normal. She responded indifferently, âWhatâs the matter?â
After asking, she recalled how Maggie referred to herself earlier and frowned. âI only have one mother, and she now rests eternally beneath the ground.â
Maggie choked a bit, gave a sheepish laugh twice, her feelings uncertain. âItâs okay, Neera. If youâre not comfortable, you can call me godmother. If thatâs still not okay, you can call me Aunt Maggie.
Whatever works for you, as long as youâre happy.â
Maggie appeared to be pleading for mercy, but Neera was not buying it and cut the former off directly.
âIf thereâs something you need to say, go ahead. Iâm busy on my end and canât chat for long.â
âOh, okay.â Maggie hurriedly poured out her grievances amidst her tears. âHereâs the thing. Neera, your dad⦠Your foster father is sick. Heâs in the hospital right now. The doctors say he needs to be hospitalized and undergo tests. They say his illness is quite serious, very severe. The medical expenses will be quite substantial, including hospitalization and examination fees, and so on. I⦠I was really hesitant to bring this up with you, but you know our familyâs financial situation. We simply canât afford such a large amount of money. What do you think we should doâ¦â
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