It was late at night when Farren Austin returned.
Adjutant Xun left after sending him into the living room, and the cook came over as usual to ask him if he wanted something to eat.
“She said she would send her a bowl up later, would you like a bowl too?”
Farren Austin himself does not like to eat too sweet things, but somehow changed his mind.
“Let’s make two bowls and send them up.”
“Okay, young master, you go upstairs first, the dumplings are ready-made, they will be ready in a moment.”
The cook went into the kitchen, and Farren Austin pushed his wheelchair towards the elevator, only to see the maid coming down the stairs with an enameled tray of medicine, a bloody piece of gauze on it from afar.
“What’s wrong?”
The maid met Farren Austin and said with a complicated expression, “The third young master has suffered some injuries.”
“…”
On the bedroom balcony, Amelia Bright was on the phone when the oncoming evening breeze blew the purple gauze curtains on the floor-to-ceiling windows behind her up like large butterfly wings.
“The endorsement thing is not urgent, recently you first finish the high-fashion jewelry in hand, and is that a few young apprentices learn how to do, can get started?”
On the phone, Miyagawa’s voice was already calm, “They are learning quite well, although the foundation is not good, but they are very diligent, there are two of them are outstanding, and they are smart, you must like them if you see them.”
“People are smart or not smart is secondary, character is the most important.”
“Well, I know, you do not worry, the same pit I always do not fall a second time, then what you come to see? Last time you taught the dotted cui I do not quite understand some parts …”
“You wait a moment,” Amelia Bright heard the sound of the door opening behind her, when very alert to lower the voice, “first so, my husband is back, the specific next time.”
The other side did not wait for the other side to speak, she hung up the phone, very natural to lift the curtain to enter the house, “When did you get back? Have you eaten?”
She said, she habitually went over to help him push the wheelchair to the coffee table, by hand to a cup of tea in front of him.
Farren Austin looked pale.
“The cook said she made cinnamon dumplings and will bring them up later.”
At that, Amelia Bright looked happy, “I was going to rush her if you didn’t say so, saying that it was something rationed for one person, and that I would be the only one eating at dinner, and she was hiding it and wouldn’t give it to me.”
“You’re the only one eating for dinner?”
“Well, Mom wasn’t feeling well, and Halyn went out to meet a friend.”
“Where’s Joziah?”
Even though Farren Austin made it look like he was casually asking, Amelia Bright was wary.
After all, Farren Austin’s relationship with his brother is not really good, usually rarely ask about Joziah Austin’s affairs, today this is not the year suddenly asked, nine out of ten is to know what.
She then converged on the joy in her eyes because of the appearance of the soup, so make a stammering look, “You do not know it, Joziah came back in the afternoon and was called into the room by Mom, and then came out again, all wounded, face full of blood, scared to death.”
“What happened?”
“I’m not too sure, but I asked Aunt Zhou two sentences, it seems to be because … right, this thing I promised Mom can not say, or you do not ask.”
“You want to talk about what happened in the Austin lobby this morning?”
“You know?”
The surprise in Amelia Bright’s eyes was real; she hadn’t expected to hear from Farren Austin so soon.
She settled down and said.
“This thing is originally quite oops, cousin aunt’s daughter works in the advertising department, somehow ran to mom to chew, said dad kept a mistress in the company, the result is mom is also impulsive, directly went to the company, half a day, people also beat, things also made a mess, business are ruined, also hit the wrong person, at that time I was confused.”
“You were confused? This is not a good show that you have directed yourself? How could you be confused?”
Looking at Farren Austin’s cold expression, Amelia Bright’s heart stuttered.
“What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean.” Farren Austin looked at her coldly, “Amelia Bright, don’t be a smart ass in front of me, I told you a long time ago, whatever your idea is, don’t count the Austin family out, you crossed the line.”
A rumor that even Erlina Lee could hear, without even thinking much about it, could be known to have spread up and down the Austin into something ridiculous, and he didn’t believe that Amelia Bright didn’t know anything about it beforehand.
And if she knew and let it go, it was a deliberate attempt to make a big deal out of it.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Amelia Bright denied, “What kind of calculations and what kind of transgressions are going on, who are you listening to? I’m the victim in this case, okay?”
“You mean, you’re standing here, you’re the victim, and Joziah, who’s lying unconscious with a bloody head, is the culprit?”
“That’s what he deserved.” Amelia Bright blurted out.
There was a brief moment of silence in the bedroom as the words left her lips.
She knew she had misspoken, but when she met Farren Austin’s aggressive gaze, she washed her heart away and said with a sigh of relief.
“Even if I let the rumors go unchecked, if he hadn’t tried to set me up, he wouldn’t have set himself up, I didn’t do anything from the beginning to the end. So if I’m lying here today with a bloody head, you’ll think I’m right? When did the world turn into a world where whoever is weak is justified?”
Farren Austin was speechless for a moment.
I don’t know which of her words had just set off her scales, but now she was like a wild cat that had exploded, and her eyebrows were burning with anger.
“Just because I’m not a member of the Austin family, I have to let you bully me and not say anything? He set me up so that I couldn’t get a foothold in the Austin and be drowned in spittle, and if it hadn’t happened that it reached Mom’s ears, you’d be happy if I was really drowned in spittle?”
He only said one sentence, she has ten sentences waiting for him here, a barrage of shells like bombing him, if there is a submachine gun, I am afraid that she can be shot into a sieve.
“What’s your hurry?” He frowned, actually some helpless.
“Hey, you, you’re the one who blamed me first, and you’re asking me what’s the hurry, are you being reasonable?”
Amelia Bright was so angry that she swept the bed out of the corner of her eye and went into the cubicle with her own bunk roll in her arms.
“You can sleep by yourself at night, I have nothing to say to unreasonable people like you.”
Farren Austin held the armrest of the wheelchair to stand up, but a knock sounded on the door, interrupting his movement.
“Young master, the dumplings are ready, will you send them in?”
Farren Austin collected himself and said.
“Come in.”
The cook came in with a tray and brought in two small bowls of soup dumplings with the fragrance of cinnamon flowers, ringed Chambers and whispered.
“Young master, where is madam?”
A rustling sound came from the cubicle, banging and banging, not knowing what was being pounded, as if deliberately making a noise, the cook showed a surprised look.
Farren Austin coughed and said without changing his face.
“She is sorting out some miscellaneous things, you can go out.”