Chapter 32 The Truth (Part 1)

"I remember you said something like this to me..." Feng Bujue looked at Barton and repeated, "You said, 'When I was young, I also had a bright future.' But... what do you think of that 'future'?" No details were mentioned. On the contrary, you described your experience in prison vividly." He turned around and continued pacing, "I was a little confused at the time... It stands to reason that people are always better. I was willing to bring up those glorious and beautiful memories, but you... you avoided it when you were about to talk about it."

Brother Jue shook the fax paper in his hand and continued: "And after I got this, I understood everything. It's not that you don't want to say it, but that you can't say it." He paused, "The beauty of your youth Your future is closely related to your father."

Feng Bujue turned to face everyone and said as he walked: "When Mr. Barton was seven years old, his mother committed suicide due to depression. I think... if that lady can survive for a few more years, she might become the second child of this family. As the hostess, John could justifiably take his father's surname.

Unfortunately, there is no if in this world.

We can imagine Ms. Button's situation back then... She waited year after year for her beloved man to give her a status, but the other party had no intention of divorce at all, and he had a second child with his first wife; When she took her son to register, the child asked her, "Why are the other classmates accompanied by their father and mother?" She couldn't answer; she couldn't even explain to her son why he had to take his last name.

But she didn't have the ability to live alone without that man. She was just a humble mistress. All she could do was wait, cry, and make silent protests deep in her heart.

Therefore, that winter, she chose to end her life in order to gain relief and forever occupy a place in that man's heart. "

Colston, who was sitting on the seat by the wall, covered his face with his hands and buried his proud head deeply.

"Later, the guilty father sent the illegitimate child to a boarding school abroad." Feng Bujue continued, "He kept the child far away from him and supported him like his mother.

This child grew up day by day. He learned to be independent very early and was excellent in all aspects. He had a character that was far more mature than his peers, but... he always harbored hatred in his heart.

He was not grateful for everything his father had given him, in his opinion. These are all deserved, and the mother paid for them with her life. In the end, his father only wanted to use money to atone for his sins, without giving any affection.

Therefore, at an appropriate age, the rebellion in young Barton finally broke out. A young man with a higher education, outstanding appearance, and a promising future became a thief. "

Feng Bujue pointed at Barton with his palms up, "Everyone, please pay attention to my wording - thief." He curled his lips, "Although Mr. Barton himself told me that he is just a 'thief who slides in and picks the locks.' , "spent two years in prison in Pentonville" when he was thirty... But according to the file I have, he is by no means a second- or third-rate thief, but the kind of person who can be ranked among the Eleventh Arhat. The film was produced by Lewis Milestone in 1960 and also had a remake of the same name by Steven Soderbergh in 2001).

"Thank you for the compliment." Barton responded coldly.

"You're welcome." Feng Bujue looked at Barton and replied quite naturally. And continued, "As for the time you spent in prison...it was not two years, but ten years. A whole ten years." He took a long breath, "You were imprisoned when you were in your twenties, and you stayed in prison until eight years." You just finished serving your sentence recently. You have no job and no friends. Your father also knows this. As your only relative in this world, he took you in, but his legal children are all grown up, and he can't possibly bring any of you here. The stranger took him home and said nonchalantly, 'Hey! Come meet your half-brother, who just got out of prison.'

So...your identity is to become the gardener here. "

When Feng Bujue said this, he happened to walk to the window. He stopped and was silent for a while, as if to give the people behind him some time to think.

"The moon is really beautiful tonight." Not long after, Feng Bujue spoke again, looking at the night sky outside the window and sighing.

Others in the restaurant were not in the mood to admire the moon. They all had mixed emotions in their hearts and didn't know how to face these sudden changes.

"Then... let's talk about this will." Feng Bujue turned around, "As I said, I have already read it, and it is precisely because of that that I am basically convinced... Dennis is not Colston's son."

"Isn't Dennis's name on that will?" Schofield asked, following Brother Jue's train of thought.

"Of course." Feng Bujue pointed at Colston by the wall, "Mr. Lovecraft has always been very kind to his relatives. For example, Master Jack and Miss Nancy, no matter what their life choices are, Colston Mr. Wolston supported them as much as possible, never sparing money or patience." He tilted his head, "If Jack were my son, he might have starved to death in the first year of 'Chasing Dreams.'

"Hey!" Jack yelled unhappily.

"Haha..." Feng Bujue smiled, "But... what does this master do to other people?" He turned to Henderson again, "The man who had an affair with his wife was nearly seventy years old, and he was still Is it just a coincidence that Dennis’s name is not on the will and he even does heavy manual labor? Did he forget to write it?”

"You...you know..." Nancy understood immediately, and then looked at her father in surprise.

"Yes, I've always known." Colston replied in a hoarse voice. "I found out shortly after Dennis was born, but I never told his mother or Henderson..."

"Henderson, who felt deeply guilty, spent the rest of his life trying to atone for his sins. Even though his body was no longer capable of the job of a housekeeper, he still refused to retire. He just wanted to be in this villa... there This is where the lady and her son lived, working until the lights ran out." Feng Bujue continued, "Colston's dignity was trampled on, and he couldn't let it go, so he didn't stop Heng. Dessen means.”

"Huh..." Brother Jue let out a long breath, "After reading the will, I figured out why Henderson fainted when he saw the body. Because... the one who died was his son."

"I'm sorry, Henderson." Button turned his head and said to Henderson, "I have no enmity with you, but I have to do this."

Henderson didn't respond, just sat silently at the table, his face still as pale as paper.

"Yes, you have to do this." Feng Bujue took over the conversation and said, "Because this afternoon, you heard the conversation between Colston and Dennis in the room on the second floor." He walked back to the table and put his hand on Everything was stuffed back into the paper bag. "Of course you wouldn't stand in the corridor and stick to the door panel to eavesdrop. It would be too easy to be discovered. So, you went to the utility room to get the pliers and a ladder, and went outside the house. , climbed up to the big tree closest to the room and eavesdropped. This way, even if someone saw you, you could immediately pretend to be doing pruning work.”

Brother Jue picked up the last bit of red wine on the table and poured it all into the goblet, "However, the height that the ladder can reach, or the place that ordinary people can climb, is still quite far from the second floor window. distance. In other words... even if ordinary people climb up the tree, they can't hear the conversation in that room unless..."

"Unless it's someone with special skills." Schofield added next to him. He had also read Barton's files and knew a little bit about his abilities.

"You climbed to the high branch where only cats can stay, and used your hearing that is better than ordinary people to successfully eavesdrop on the conversation in the house." Feng Bujue said, "Obviously, Dennis and Master Colston were quarreling. The reason is not that he wants Colston to remove Lady Odetta's name from the will..." He picked up the wine glass and took a sip, "but that he wants Colston to remove everyone's name from the will..." Remove from the will and add the only one...'Dennis Lovecraft'."

The expressions of Jack, Nancy, and Odetta, the three direct heirs, all changed suddenly when they heard this.

"I think Dennis must have learned the contents of the will through some way...such as paying off Colston's lawyer or something..." Feng Bujue continued, "Then, he only needs to spend money to hire a few private people. The detective went out and followed the clues, and it was easy to find out Barton's true identity." He drank the wine in the glass, "The lover who committed suicide, the illegitimate son who was in prison, the rich man who had several marriages... put this story together. Leave it to the tabloids, and it will last for half a year. Dennis is undoubtedly using this to intimidate Mr. Colston into submission.”

"No! You're talking nonsense! My Dennis wouldn't do this! Why would he push his father to this point? What's the inheritance? He has already married me, and our family..." Carol said excitedly.

Feng Bujue interrupted her, "You are indeed pathetic."

Carol's glasses widened and tears rolled in her eyes. She seemed to have realized something, but she still couldn't accept it.

"Dennis, he must have known for a long time that he is not Mr. Lovecraft's biological son." Feng Bujue said, "This matter was undoubtedly told to him by his mother before she passed away, which means... he knew it when he was still a child. Got it. He must secretly hate his biological father and his origin, so he is very cold towards Henderson and his younger brother.

He married a wife whose family background was higher than that of the Lovecraft family in order to leave a way out for himself. He would check Colston's will, firstly because he understood his identity, and secondly because he understood the old man's character.

Dennis had no feelings for Colston, his nominal father, and the inferiority complex he buried in his heart far exceeded that of anyone in this room. When he discovered that the name 'Barton'...please excuse my wording...this bastard appeared in the will, but he, who had been someone else's son for decades, would not get a penny. It's normal for him to behave like that. "(To be continued...)