The butler quickly answered the phone. “Hello, this is the Brown Family’s old mansion. Oh, Hi, Mr. Osmond. Yes, Mr. Kenneth is at home. Okay.”
The butler respectfully said, “It’s Mr. Osmond on the line.”
Kenneth narrowed his eyes. Shouldn’t his son be busy dealing with Lillian’s issues? And yet, he still had the time to call me?
He picked up the phone, “What’s this about?”
Kenneth had expected some amusement. If Conrad went crazy or had a falling out with George and Gordon, that’d be fine by him. He wouldn’t mind seeing Conrad experience a bit of isolation for once.
“Do you like it?” Conrad’s voice came through, sounding as if it was carried by the wind. It felt like he was on top of a mountain.
“What do you mean? I don’t understand.” Kenneth smirked.
Then he realized and looked down at the ear on the floor. “Did you send this? Are you out of your damn mind?”
“Hmm, don’t you remember your precious son’s ear? Did you forget, or has it already been lost?” Conrad asked.
Kenneth tensed up, a deep, indescribable fear creeping over him.
“Conrad… you… bastard! How dare you?!”
“Oh, you think I wouldn’t dare?” Conrad laughed coldly and threw the phone on the ground.
Soon after, the sound of Osmond’s screams came through the phone. “Dad! Help me! Mmm…”
Osmond was repeatedly hung upside down and forcefully submerged in water until he was nearly suffocated. Only then was his head pulled up by his hair. His ear was still bleeding, and he looked as disheveled as a wild dog.
Conrad looked down on him from above, his gaze as cold as if he were looking at a dead man.
“Conrad, Conrad, I’m your brother! You can’t do this to me!”
“Brother? You think you deserve that title?” Conrad sneered, stepping on Osmond’s head and pressing it deep into the waterlogged, soft ground. “Do you remember when you poured my dinner into the dog’s bowl and made me eat it off the floor like an animal? Do you remember what you said to me then?”
Osmond tried to explain, but Conrad wasn’t interested.
He spoke directly into the phone, “I’ll give you half an hour. If you’re not here in 10 minutes, I’ll start cutting one of his organs. Your favorite son, I’ll make sure it’s all nice and presentable and send it over to you.”
Kenneth’s furious shouting on the other end of the line faded as Conrad tossed Osmond’s phone into the nearby pool.
Kenneth had already wasted time trying to find out where Conrad was. When he finally rushed to the mountaintop villa, he almost passed out from the shock.
Osmond was hanging upside down, covered in blood, and beneath him was a three-meter-deep water tank.
Conrad waved his hand, and immediately someone shoved Osmond headfirst into the water tank. They watched as he struggled wildly, his body covered in filth, before pulling him out. He looked more pathetic than a dog.
“What the hell are you doing?!” Kenneth screamed, rushing over. “You bastard!”
While pulling out his gun to kill Conrad, Kenneth pushed away the bodyguards who were in his way.
However, a bullet was faster, knocking Kenneth’s hand away. He flinched, looking around, realizing that everyone here was Conrad’s people.
“You dare lay a hand on me?! I’m your father!”
Conrad exhaled a puff of smoke. “If I weren’t your son, the grass on your grave would be three meters high by now.”
“Dad! Save me! Dad! I can’t take it anymore! Kill me! I don’t want to suffer like this anymore!”
Conrad was nothing but a demon. He had no human emotions. Everything he did was terrifying. He had completely lost his mind and wanted to take over his position!
He was crazy!
Faced with the threat of death, Osmond was too scared to say anything more.
“Don’t you say you want to kill me? Come on,” Conrad taunted.
He stood up and walked right in front of Kenneth.
Kenneth suddenly realized that this young, strong son of his had already replaced him and become the new ruler of this territory.
The kid who used to be shorter than his thigh was now towering over him.
“What do you want? Are you planning to kill your father?”
“I haven’t tried,” Conrad chuckled. “But it’s not like I couldn’t.”
Conrad suddenly grabbed Kenneth by the collar and yanked him up. “You and Osmond-pick one. Either you die and he lives, or he dies and you live.”
“You-how dare you!”
Conrad raised a gun with one hand. “You think I can’t shoot him in the head just like this, blindfolded?”
Kenneth’s lips trembled. “No! That’s your brother! Are you insane?”
“You’ve killed plenty of brothers yourself, haven’t you? How many people have you killed from childhood until now, and now you’re telling me this? What’s going on, did you turn over a new leaf?” Conrad reached out and patted Kenneth’s face. “Too late to be a saint now! You’ve sinned too much.”
Osmond screamed and cried, “I confess! I sent my men to bring Gordon here! Let me go, I won’t ever show up in front of you again! My surname is Locker, not Brown! I’m an illegitimate child, not part of the Brown family, and I’m not your brother! I’m a dog! Please let me go!”
Kenneth watched him, feeling disgusted by how pathetic he was. “You useless piece of crap!”
In the next second, Conrad cut him off. “Have you made up your mind? My girl is waiting for me to get home for dinner. If I’m late, she’ll be mad.”
Kenneth looked into Conrad’s eyes, his heartbeat skipping a beat.
But at that moment, Osmond screamed, “Let me live, Conrad! I’m no threat to you! Let me live and it won’t hurt you! I don’t even have the last name Brown. I’ll never come back to this country, I won’t step foot in City N again. If I die outside, I won’t say a word about the Brown family! He’s different. If he survives, he’ll still try to sabotage you!”
Kenneth’s body shook, his eyes widening as he stared at Osmond. “Say that again!”
Kenneth had always loved him, and because of him, Conrad had been beaten and scolded.
His son, whom he had pampered and raised with so much love, was now asking for his father’s death just because of a little setback?!
Conrad whistled. “That makes sense. But killing him wouldn’t have much of a deterrent effect. I need to go after the mastermind behind this to show people the message: don’t touch my woman.”
Kenneth’s lips trembled as he widened his eyes. Before he could react, Conrad had already grabbed him and kicked him in the knee.
Kenneth had grown old. He was no match for his son anymore. He had never realized this so clearly until now.
This son of his was young, strong, and fearless-more reckless and bolder than Kenneth ever was at his age.
Kenneth didn’t want to admit it, but this son was definitely more outstanding than all his other children.
Under his rule, the Brown family could rise to new heights!
But Kenneth was still unwilling to accept it.
“If you kill me, the elders in the Brown family won’t spare you!”
Someone who wouldn’t even spare his own father-how could anyone dare to follow him?