Chapter 882
The Sound of Rain Remains
Chapter 882 The Sound of Rain Remains
"James, are you insane? Or... are you so cowardly that you can't even admit your own desires?"
Victoria said, puzzled and disdainful, "Think back carefully, we were talking about magic, about immortality! With such enormous benefits, why would you still be bound by that ridiculous set of ethics and morality?"
"Crazy! Crazy!"
James staggered back half a step, as if trying to escape the nauseating reality.
He wanted to say something, but seeing the identical, indifferent and dismissive looks in the eyes of the three people opposite him, he clearly realized the inadequacy of words at this moment.
Sophie stood up abruptly, hugged her daughter tightly, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, yet her voice remained unusually firm:
“You guys are monsters! James, let’s go! I don’t want to stay in this horrible place for even a second longer!”
“It’s pouring rain outside!” Victoria smiled dismissively. “Where can you go? You’ll have to come right back.”
"You people are more terrifying and disgusting to me than the torrential rain!"
Sophie screamed. The little girl, Ollie, was startled awake and burst into tears.
James, who was still trembling, suddenly shuddered. He grabbed his daughter, held his wife tightly, and strode out without looking back.
"Even if I die from the rain outside, it's better than staying with you guys!"
The door was pulled open forcefully, and the couple braced themselves as they made their way through the insects covering the floor.
The living room fell into a deathly silence, broken only by the occasional crackling of the firewood in the fireplace, mingling with the seemingly endless sound of rain outside the window.
Richard was stunned for a while before belatedly realizing what had happened, and then a surge of rebellious anger welled up inside him.
He turned to Victoria and said disappointedly, "Your brother has always been prone to making foolish mistakes, but I never imagined he would be this weak! He doesn't even have a fraction of your rationality and courage!"
Victoria said decisively, "I've wanted to say this for a long time. James is completely incapable of handling this responsibility! Father, please entrust the Harrington family entirely to me! I will definitely not let you down!"
Richard's expression changed instantly, and he angrily pounded the armrest, shouting, "I'm not dead yet! And you're already trying to seize power?"
A fleeting look of fear and regret crossed Victoria's face, but she couldn't help but blurt out:
“I’ve given everything for this family, Father! Are you still thinking of handing the business over to that good-for-nothing James? Besides, you’re getting on in years, and I know your heart condition has been..."
"Shut up, Victoria!" Jonathan suddenly interrupted irritably. "The most important thing right now is James and Sophie! They know so many secrets, we can't just let them leave like this!"
Victoria suddenly woke up and nodded repeatedly, saying:
“Yes! Since they refuse to cooperate, we can't let this cause problems later! LeBron Johnson is currently in New York, and he's an expert at handling these kinds of issues…”
"Deal with what? Deal with your own brother? Don't touch him! Have someone bring him back, and don't you dare hurt him!"
Richard straightened his back and slammed his hand on the table: "Victoria, don't think I don't know what you've been up to behind my back! If you touch James, you're going to the Indian branch..."
"boom!"
With a loud crash, Richard collapsed onto the sofa in shock, blood gushing from his forehead.
Jonathan was panting heavily, holding the blood-stained ashtray in one hand and loosening his tie with the other.
He stared intently at Richard, who was panting heavily on the sofa, his arms trembling uncontrollably. Suddenly, he stepped forward and raised the ashtray again.
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! I've been telling you to shut up! Why can't you learn to shut up? Don't say things you shouldn't say, isn't that what you ask of us? Isn't it?! James, James, all you see is that idiot! How much dirty work have I done for you?!"
The man roared furiously, his face contorted like a demon, and with each shout, he slammed the ashtray down hard.
With a series of loud bangs, Richard's youthful body convulsed uncontrollably, his limbs trembling weakly as he moved up and down the sofa. Victoria was stunned by the sudden violence and bloodshed; she watched helplessly as blood splattered from her father's body, frozen in place, even her previously frenzied eyes clearing considerably.
From the moment James started arguing with his parents, Victoria's daughter Elana stood by and watched coldly, her face initially bearing a defiant sneer, which later turned to shock and disgust.
When I saw my usually calm and rational father transform into a demon, when I saw my grandfather, who had uttered terrifying words, lying in a pool of blood convulsing, when I saw my mother, who was my grandfather's accomplice, with warm bloodstains splattered on her face...
Elana felt a wave of nausea wash over her and she couldn't help but vomit.
Jonathan turned his head instantly.
Victoria suddenly snapped out of her daze. She stood up, blocking her husband's path, staring at her daughter, and screamed, "Run—!!!"
Elana's body trembled. She couldn't explain what drove her, but she suddenly sprang up and rushed out like a startled antelope without looking back.
“Come back here!” Jonathan roared furiously.
"Let her go!" Victoria shouted angrily. "That's our daughter! Jonathan, what do you think you're doing? Get your act together!"
"You let her get away! The James family ran away with the secret too!"
Jonathan threw down the slippery ashtray and grabbed Victoria by the neck: "You're an idiot too! They all saw it, they all heard it! And you still won't stand with us! If the secret is leaked, we'll all die! Don't you understand?"
Victoria struggled to breathe as he choked her. She gripped his wrist tightly, her face turning bluish-purple from lack of oxygen, and her legs kicked in vain.
Just as her body went limp and she saw black spots and stars before her eyes, the terrifying force pressing on her neck suddenly disappeared.
Jonathan's eyes rolled back, and he collapsed limply like a lump of mud.
Victoria clutched her neck and coughed violently. She felt a pair of hands gently help her up, and someone asked with concern, "Are you alright?"
Victoria looked up in shock, her vision blurring and she couldn't even make out the face of the person in front of her.
But she noticed the other person's cuffs—the material and style were familiar; the bodyguards in her house all wore similar clothes.
Victoria breathed a sigh of relief, then clutched the other man's clothes, sobbing, and said in a hoarse voice, "Jonathan..."
"Don't worry, he won't hurt you again," the other person said.
“E... Elana…”
"Miss Elana has run away."
Victoria felt a sense of relief, and tears welled up belatedly as she brought a glass to her lips.
"Have some water, madam. You'll feel much better if you drink some water."
The man continued speaking gently.
Victoria was not in a state of deep thought at the moment. She obediently drank two sips of water, and then an irresistible sense of relaxation suddenly spread over her. Her eyes, which were full of fear and sorrow, became empty.
She lowered her eyes and stared straight at the floor, suddenly feeling indifferent to everything, with only countless secrets hidden deep within her heart churning inside.
The most trustworthy voice in the world asked calmly, "Can you tell me who was involved in Prometheus? Well, let's start with LeBron Johnson."
“Okay,” Victoria said honestly. “LeBron Johnson is a former soldier; he’s the organization’s ‘cleaner’…”
(End of this chapter)