Chapter 18: Exposing the Greenbergs

Chapter 18: Exposing the Greenbergs

One hour later.

In a beautiful, luxurious bedroom fit for the head of the Steeine family, which was in the heart of the castle and had high ceilings and large windows with a stunning view of the castle gardens, a woman cursed loudly and hit the glass table in front of her in rage.

Bang!

"That b*tch, how dare she? I will kill her!"

A piercing smash signalled the initial impact as the glass shards got blasted and scattered across the ground.

Shatter!

The noise reverberated and echoed throughout the space, heightening the sense of outrage and gravity brought about by my father's report.

"To plot against my son, such guts!"

My mother, who was sitting on the couch next to me, shouted in an extremely enraged manner while gritting her teeth and clenching her fist.

In spite of the fact that she had just shattered a glass table, there was not even a single scratch on her hand, clearly signifying what an insane level of physical strength she possesses.

And if it hadn't been for me grabbing her fist with my little delicate hand and then hugging her, she might have destroyed the whole room before directly leaving for the Greenbergs' territory to raze them to the ground.

"Mom, calm down; now's not the time."

"Chlo, you should calm down and listen to Luke first."

"How can I calm down Brandon, that b*tch? I treat her as a close friend, and did you see what she did? Have you thought about what would have happened if Luke had drunk that potion? If you don't want to come, then don't, but I swear I will kill their whole family. Not only the Greenbergs but even the Azalea family. I will dig out the bodies of their ancestors and kill them all again."

"And I will help you kill them in the most painful way, but calm down first; haste makes waste, and decisions shouldn't be taken in a state of rage."

"Yes, mom, hear me out for a second, please."

And with that, both me and my father started to persuade my mother, who had her eyes bloodshot in rage.

The situation was indeed just like what you all might have guessed, as the results of the investigation of that drink were out, and they were just what I had expected.

Despite the fact that our family's potion maker was unable to determine the identity of the charm potion due to the fact that it was such an ancient and rare potion, he was still able to explain some of its properties, which were now the cause of my mother's anger.

My father, who was sitting across from me, wasn't in any better of a state than my mother either.

However, he was very rational, still managing to keep his anger under control, and only responding in short sentences.

Though I found his silence more intimidating than my mother's aggression because I'm aware of the fact that the more silent he is, the more it portends a dire outcome,

Looking at him smoke a cigarette with such fervour and sensing the flames in his eyes, I knew that he was even more furious than my mother.

But at the moment, despite his own emotions, he was helping me persuade and calm down my mother.

I think that's a dad for you? A man of the family.

Witnessing this scene, where a mother was so enraged that she was willing to go alone and wage war on two counts just because they tried to harm her son, and a father who was suppressing his own rage in order to hear what his son had to say and then take the most optimal and brutal way to kill those bastards, I couldn't help but smile involuntarily.

"Why are you smiling? Is it a funny situation?"

To my mother, who suddenly saw me smiling and asked with her fine brows furrowed, I just gently shook my head and spoke slowly with the most grateful tone and expression I could muster.

"What sort of?" Dad asked curiously, and my mother also focused on my words to hear what I was trying to explain.

"illegal trades, kidnapping, extortion, murders, taking loans in our name, misusing the power and status provided to them, and also colluding with the people of other families to deliberately create difficulties for our people. These are what I heard from the servants, who usually go out and know about the situation in the city."

"At that time, although I didn't take them seriously, but later, when I rechecked them again from different people and saw how many of the same names were emerging again and again, I tried to think of the consequences of these issues in the long run if someone deliberately tries to take advantage of them to render our family in great debt and against many people."

"It was then that I realised that doing so was indeed possible, and among those people who were the most involved in this matter, the name that most came up was the Greenberg family."

"But at that time this was all just my assumptions, and I thought there might be some coincidences, but when coincidences continued to happen one by one, at that point I understood that there was indeed something wrong and that the motives of the Greenbergs weren't simple."

"However, since I didn't have much proof, I waited for the opportunity, but in my heart, I was very vigilant against the Greenberg family. Because I always knew that they had nothing good going on in their minds, it was also then that their image plummeted into negatives in my mind."

Just when my words ended, my father asked instantly, as if understanding the whole matter.

"And so today, after you felt the unease, you instantly went on high alert against the Greenbergs.

"Indeed so, dad."

Silence!

My in-depth analysis and research left both parents dumbfounded.

Especially my mother, who grabbed my chin, turned my head towards her, and seriously looked at me like she had discovered a new side of her son.

A side that made her feel all the more proud.

No matter if she hugs me to sleep daily and gives me lots of kisses, but at the moment, her piercing gaze at such close proximity made my face a little red.

However, when she remembered my words, an indescribable, vicious chill appeared on her face, and her aura turned ruthless.

But this time it was my father instead of my mother who spoke first.

"Good, what a good Greenberg family! To think they would be so eager to meet their late ancestors in hell."

"Then what are you waiting for, Brandon? Let's kill those bastards; they must be staying in the Sari city because they still have to come back here tomorrow."

"No, Chloe, we have to first carefully investigate this matter before doing anything; this matter is not as simple as it looks, so we must not startle the snake, which is using the Greenbergs as a cover to hide its own existence for the purpose of secretly poisoning our family, just because of our impulsive actions."

My dad's accurate analysis surprised me, and I couldn't help but ask subconsciously.

"You also think so, dad?"

"Yes, or do you think only you know how to use your brain?"

"No, dad, that's not what I was saying."

"HAHAH, look at your face, you kid. Don't worry; I am just joking. But it's clear once you think about it; after all, if there's no one behind the Greenbergs, how could a mere count family have the guts to plot against my Steeline family? But..."

"But what, dad?"

"It's nothing; just don't think about it for now."

Looking at my dad trying to divert the topic, suddenly a thought popped up in my head, and I couldn't help but abruptly jump out of my mother's lap and ask.

"Dad, do you know who's the mastermind behind all of this?"