2 Chapter 2 The Man’s Promise_1
Trantor: EndlessFantasy Trantion
Editor: EndlessFantasy Trantion
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Being addressed like that, everyone shifted their focus onto Julius Reed and Que Radcliffe.
This was indeed the grand finale!
As a mere senior executive at Radcliffe Group, Que Radcliffe’s annual ie was in no wayparable to these young masters.
After deducting the family’s expenses, she barely had any money left.
“I have prepared a pot of chicken soup for grandfather, made it myself.”
Julius Reed stood up, carrying the chicken soup towards Zade Radcliffe, “Hoping grandfather will live a life longer than the southern mountains.”
“Haha! That is hriously ridiculous! Que, you two sure are devoted!”
Otis Radcliffeughed unrestrainedly.
“You must have found it quite challenging. Don’t make grandfather sick with your soup!”
“Everyone says Julius Reed is a good-for-nothing, but look, he still knows how to make soup, doesn’t he?”
The Radcliffe n roared withughter.
Whenever they gathered together, they always mocked Julius Reed.
Que Radcliffe’s face turned beet red, wishing she could bury herself in the ground.
“Julius, it really must be tough on you to make such an effort.”
Zade Radcliffe’s face clearly expressed displeasure.
Others are giving gifts worth several hundred thousand, and here hees with a pot of chicken soup?
He coughed and waved his hand towards Otis, saying, “Take it and give it to Huahua to drink.”
“Yes, grandfather!”
Otis had a mischievous smile as he took the chicken soup from Julius Reed’s hand and turned towards the backyard.
Huahua was a dog raised in the household, dearly loved by Old Master Radcliffe.
“As expected, something made by a good-for-nothing is only fit for a dog to drink! If people drank it, they would probably be gued with bad luck!”
Wellington Radcliffe leaned back in his chair, his face full of mockery.
“Wellington, what do you mean by that!”
Que Radcliffe suddenly stood up.
For the past three years, it had always been Julius Reed who cooked for the family. With Wellington’s taunt, he implicated her entire family.
“My apologies, a slight mistake!”
Wellington folded his hands in a salute, a mocking light flitted in his eyes.
“If you’re not going to drink it, please don’t waste it.”
Julius Reed stepped in front of Otis and snatched back the chicken soup, “I spent the entire morning making this, not for you to feed the dog with!”
“Julius Reed, what are you trying to do!”
Otis’s face turned cold as he snorted, “Giving it to the dog is already doing you a favor! What do you think you are, nothing but a good-for-nothing! Who would’ve thought a good-for-nothing could lose their temper?”
With that said, the members of the Radcliffe Family erupted inughter.
“Say that again!”
Julius Reed’s eyes burned with anger.
“Even a cornered rabbit will bite; Otis, don’t get bitten by Julius Reed. You might need a rabies vine.”
Some people ridiculed.
“Heh, today is grandpa’s big birthday…”
For some reason, Otis suddenly felt an inexplicable fear.
For three years, Julius Reed was ridiculed by everyone, his status less than a dog’s.
But today, he inexplicably felt afraid.
The look in the other’s eyes was as if they could devour him alive.
“You, go to the kitchen and help out!”
Que Radcliffe looked at Julius Reed, wishing he would disappear from her sight immediately.
The mood having turned sour, the main hall was notably awkward.
“Fine!”
Without saying anything more, Julius Reed turned and walked out.
But as he reached the door, they heard the sound of a porcin bowl shattering from outside.
“What happened!”
Otis furrowed his brow: “It’s the Old Master’s special day, who has been so careless!”
“Big brother, that useless Julius Reed has knocked over Grandfather’s longevity noodles!”
Kyle Radcliffe rushed into the room, quick to throw the me.
While ying carelessly just a moment ago, he had run into a servant of the Radcliffe Family and caused the longevity noodles prepared for Old Master Radcliffe to be spilled on the ground.
“Ridiculous! Today is grandfather’s seventieth birthday; what does he think he’s doing!”
Hearing his younger brother put it that way, Otis immediately headed for the door.
The more he thought about his earlier confrontation, the angrier he became, appalled that he had been intimidated by a good-for-nothing.
As it happened, Julius Reed was also walking in.
“The child is inexperienced and has knocked over the longevity noodles prepared for Old Master.”
“Nonsense, it was clearly you who bumped into him!”
Kyle rushed to the door, pointed at the servant, and demanded, “You say, who was it that bumped into you!”
The servant dared not offend Old Master Radcliffe’s favorite grandson Percival.
“It was the son-inw!”
To keep her job, she went against her conscience and pinned the me on Julius Reed.
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“Heard that? This piece of trash caused a disaster and still wants to frame others! How despicable!”
Otis Radcliffe red at Julius Reed, his left hand fiercely grasping his cor.
“Get lost! Don’t let me see you again!”
“Enough already!”
Zade Radcliffe called out softly, “Today is my birthday, we can talk about other matterster.”
“It wasn’t me who bumped into it! It was Kyle.”
Julius Reed said expressionlessly.
“Enough! Even Grandpa is not pursuing it any longer, why do you still have to push your luck!”
Que Radcliffe stood up, furious at hisck of fighting spirit.
“If I didn’t do it, why should I admit it.”
Julius Reed remained stubborn.
“What are you trying to do!”
Zade Radcliffe mmed his hand on the table, “Julius Reed, are you intentionally trying to cross me?”
“I’m not, the truth is Kyle…”
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Que Radcliffe’s hand struck out.
“Go home!”
She ran quickly out of the Radcliffe Family’s old mansion, and as she turned around, a glimmer of tears shed in her eyes.
“Noodles, it wasn’t me who knocked them over.”
Julius Reed looked straight at Kyle, striding away from the courtyard.
“Get lost!”
“Ungrateful!”
“That good-for-nothing has always been an eyesore!”
A stream of insults followed from behind.
Que Radcliffe didn’t go home but sat on the steps at the doorway, crying.
“I never thought it would turn out like this.”
Julius Reed sat next to her, helplessly hanging his head.
“Does it matter?”
Que Radcliffe looked up, her face streaked with tears.
“Isn’t the disdain I have endured with you enough?”
She knew it wasn’t Julius Reed who knocked over the noodles; Kyle’s clothes were still stained with dough and noodles, something even a blind person could see.
But everyone was ustomed to dumping dirty water on Julius Reed.
“I’m sorry!”
Julius Reed let out a bitterugh.
For three years, Que Radcliffe bore many things others never had to endure.
Compared to the ridicule she faced, what was his grievance?
“Are apologies useful? I also want to brag about my husband like my older sister, to be glorious all day long! Can you give me that?”
“I don’t want to be the n’sughing stock, to be mocked and belittled constantly; can you change that?”
“I wish for you to take charge of this family, so I don’t have to toil every day, can you?”
Que Radcliffe forced a bitter smile, her eyes filled with despair.
Which woman doesn’t have a sense of vanity?
But she knew, all this was impossible!
“Fine!”
Julius Reed stood up and walked away decisively.
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“I don’t want to continue like this!”
Walking onto a deserted street, Julius Reed shouted at the sky in anger.
“Why! Why!”
His fists were clenched tight, veins on his face bulged, nails digging into his flesh.
A nameless rage ignited in his heart.
Like a spark of fire, this fury burned fiercely within Julius Reed.
For the first time in three years, his blood boiled!
“If you truly no longer wish to sink down, perhaps I can help you.”
Suddenly, a man in ck appeared on the otherwise empty street.
“You were never meant to be so ordinary.”
The man in ck took out a ring from his chest and in an instant was in front of Julius Reed.
“Now,e and remake your splendor!”
The stranger offered the ring gently, “If you aren’t angry, nobody can break this shackling. Only anger can ignite the fighting spirit within you. I’ve waited three years to finally see you angry.”
“Put this on, and be your true self again!”
Julius Reed closed his eyes lightly, feeling as though something was calling him, yet he could not grasp it.
Driven by his subconscious, he gently slid his thumb into the ring.