Beinice clutched the armrest of the chair tightly, his last breath sinking down. He looked at Alonso, “So, you think JT’s bloodshed of more than a hundred members of the Folsom family was justified?”
“Justified or not? It’s not for us to judge. You would argue for Leonard. And as JT’s descendants, if we can’t empathize with his hatred of having his wife taken away, who else in the world will understand him?” Alonso said in a deep voice.
These words were plain, but they left room for speculation.
Beinice was at a loss for words and could only stare at Alonso.
“In fact, after spending so many days in the city, I no longer want to argue about who was right and who was wrong a hundred years ago,” Brangelina said suddenly, putting her handkerchief aside.
the Folsom family Everyone in the room couldn’t help but look up at her, with a mixture of shock and resentment. How could she, a descendant of the Folsom family, say such a thing? Wouldn’t it upset the ancestors?
“Over a hundred members of the Folsom family have died. If the culprit is still alive, we descendants will do everything in our power to avenge their deaths,”
Brangelina said from her chair, “But now, after arguing about who is right and who is wrong, do we force them to kneel down and admit their fault, or do we wipe out the JT descendants?”
Wipe out the JT descendants?
Wouldn’t that include Paige? That’s not acceptable.
Someone said, “Let them kneel down and admit their fault for the Folsom family’s wronged spirits!”
“Yes! They must kneel down!”
The Folsom family members said in unison.
“If we are to kneel and apologize for the wrongs of the Folsom family, then do you dare admit that Leonard’s wife-stealing also deserves three kowtows at our master’s grave? Confess for Leonard?” Justin immediately said sternly.
Upon hearing this, the two sides naturally started arguing again.
Paige sat in her seat listening, and raised her hand to press on her throbbing temples.
“How can we settle this successfully? From the standpoint of JT’s descendants, Justin’s words are reasonable,” Cynthia whispered in Paige’s ear as she bent down.
Whether it was a hundred years ago or now, the hatred of stealing a wife is a great grudge, especially since Leonard did not pursue it in an open and aboveboard manner, but used every kind of trickery… Of course, this is based only on JT’s records.
“…”
Paige sat in her seat, silently watching the two sides argue endlessly. The Folsom family naturally felt that they were the aggrieved party and needed an explanation, while the JT people felt that if they were to admit to the crime of killing the whole family, they would first have to admit to the crime of stealing their wife.
Suddenly, a gust of wind hit, and the window at the back of the meeting hall suddenly opened.
The air from the north and south convected, and the wind rushed in through the door, carrying countless particles of snow, and the fire was almost extinguished.
Everyone in the center of the room, including JT, raised their hands to cover their faces. Alonso stepped aside, and the gust of wind and snow rushed straight up to the head of the table. Beinice helped Brangelina stand up and step aside. The more than 100 memorial tablets at the head of the table rattled in the wind, and the names on them swayed.
Everyone fell silent and stared at the memorial tablets.
Derrick and David rushed in and slammed the window behind them shut to stop the wind.
The memorial tablets at the head of the table finally quieted down, none of them falling over.
Someone asked in surprise, “What’s going on?”
Someone whispered, “Maybe the ancestors are manifesting, I don’t know what the ancestors mean…”
Paige looked at the crowd and shouted, “Maybe what the ancestors meant was that the Folsom family and JT are irreconcilable, but since both sides are going to talk today, let’s clear up this hundred-year-old dispute.”
Brangelina took Beinice’s hand and returned to her seat. Hearing this, she coldly shouted, “Yes, Alonso, it’s about time we talked about you.”
Cynthia stood behind Paige and suddenly realized what was going on.
It seems that this is the real purpose of today’s settlement meeting. No matter how much we talk about what happened a hundred years ago, it will be the same. It is better to talk about the living than the dead.
Alonso stood back up and watched as the fire in the stove once again caught after the wind died down. His hands slowly dropped behind his back, fingers clenched.
He looked at the chair next to Brangelina, which was empty.
Blanca really didn’t show up.
“Okay,” Alonso agreed. Since he had come today, he didn’t want to hide anything anymore.
“So tell me, what exactly did your JT clan do to the Folsom family a hundred years ago!” Beinice said with a pale face, “Things like marrying my woman to provoke hatred, were there any more?”
“Everyone, can you listen to me?”
The old man’s deep voice, like a bell, came with the wind and snow. Everyone looked up and saw Mitchell, supported by Lamont, enter the meeting hall.
Mitchell.
The Folsom family members looked at each other and forgot about him. In the hundred years of grudges between JT and the Folsom family, the Davis family obviously played a role as well.
Paige looked at the hair on Mitchell’s head and thought about it for a while, but then she stood up and walked towards him, helping him up.
The Folsom family hated JT, and there was no room for anyone else.
Cynthia ran out for a while before bringing back a chair, and Paige helped Mitchell sit over there. After Mitchell sat down, he looked at her with relief.
Paige turned around, but Mitchell took her hand.
The old man’s hand was rough and warm, wrapping around her. She looked down, and Mitchell looked at her deeply, “Good girl, you’ve suffered.”
Paige slowly pulled her hand away and stood silently behind him.
Mitchell’s gaze darkened, knowing that the child was a little cold towards him, and he couldn’t help but feel a little sad.
If he had known that things would still develop into what they are today, and that the child would still have to face the fact that his bloodline was formed by a feud, he would have told him earlier, and he would not have had to suffer like this.
“Mitchell, even if you didn’t come, we were going to invite you,”
said Brangelina, her voice cold. “We really want to know, in this hundred-year-old feud, what role the Davis family played.”
“Yes, to be honest, a hundred years ago, our two families were considered to be good friends for generations,”
Beinice has always respected Mitchell, but her tone is also very cold.
Mitchell takes a deep breath, lifts his face and looks at Brangelina and Beinice, and speaks slowly, “Before the Folsom family was wiped out, the Davis family had already retreated to a corner and lived in peace.”
The conference room is extremely quiet, only listening to Mitchell’s slow narration of this old story.
“When I was a child, an elder in my family encountered a poisonous snake while entering the jungle and was saved by a young man. The young man was bitten by the poisonous snake while trying to save himself and his life was hanging by a thread. Naturally, the Davis family did their best to save him and let him stay at home to recover.
Mitchell said, “The Davis family rarely had outsiders living with them, so I felt it was novel and often went to visit him. I called him Brother Spence.”
Paige listened quietly.
Outside the door, the wind and snow whirled.
“Brother Spence is a strange person who dislikes interacting with others. He often locks himself in his room. A few times I saw him standing by the river as if he wanted to kill himself,” Mitchell said. “Later I learned that he let the poisonous snake bite him on purpose when he saved the man. He didn’t want to live anyway.”
Alonso stood aside with no expression, while the Folsom family members whispered, wondering what this Brother Spence had to do with the feud between the two families.