Walking into the recreation room with a steady footstep, I raised my eyes and could see the young people standing as tall as four small poplars in front of me.

Take off your gloves, take off your hat, take off your scarf, put down your crutches...... Mr. Froude did not respond immediately, but methodically took off all the accessories, turned around and handed them to Raymond, and then prepared to take off his coat, inadvertently revealing a three-piece suit with dark gray checks inside, rigorous, solemn, solemn, neat, and dignified, and the meticulous attire showed a heaviness beyond the reach of the common class.

But, considering that Mr. Froude's trip tonight was to visit his sister's house, that is, Raypeters' aunt, it was too solemn to dress in such a way, without the slightest intimacy or familiarity between the immediate family, and there was a sense of alienation all over his body.

"Sir. ”

Ray Peters respectfully and formally addressed not father, but sir.

"Sir. "This is Brutus.

"Sir. "It's Robben and Hoden.

It's hard to tell who's who, because all of them are the same, like a group of students who have broken into the dean's office.

Mr. Froude took off his coat as well, swept his gaze slightly, and finally looked at Ray Peters, "What's going on?"

Haddon noticed that Ray Peters' back muscles had stiffened completely.

"You said I could entertain friends here when you weren't there. Mr. Ray Peters had to explain it one by one.

But Mr. Froude did not sound like this, and went down at his own pace, "Your aunt is much better now." So I went home. ”

Mr. Froude looked to the side, noticed Brutus and Holden, his eyes paused slightly, and just as they thought he was about to say something, he looked back again, "I have some work to do, now let them go back." My carriage is just outside. ”

With that, Mr. Froude was ready to turn and leave.

Ray Peters was a little anxious, "I have promised them that they can spend the night here, sir. ”

Mr. Froude's footsteps stopped, and he turned back, his voice getting deeper, and the force slammed into Thunderpeters, "but the plan can't keep up with the change, and now they must go home." The concise and neat words reveal a firmness and toughness that cannot be denied.

The deep voice carried an aura of a superior who was not angry and arrogant, and the power of suppression could be felt between every word, and it poured down layer by layer.

Thunder Peters' back muscles were completely tensed to the extreme, and he even clenched his fists, but he couldn't make a sound.

Brutus and Robben both turned their heads to look at Holden:

They all knew that Mr. Froude particularly admired Holden, which was not an easy task, and that Holden was a man of many words, even in front of His Royal Highness the Third Prince, and that Holden must know the best way to deal with such a situation.

They were all expecting Holden to step up.

Hodden did hesitate for a moment whether he should stand up and speak, but then he dismissed the idea—

This is Froude's family matter, and he should not interfere.

If he had stepped up and successfully solved the problem, how would Rapers feel? His father would rather follow the advice of an outsider than refuse to communicate with him, and where would the already awkward father-son relationship go?

And if he is not able to solve the problem, Thunder Peters' position will be even more awkward, because his promise is broken, and because of the help of his friends, he will be shot, and his mood may fall further to the bottom.

Whatever the outcome, Holden's "help" can only be more and more helpful.

But what about now?

What should we do now?

Thunder Peters stiffened in place like a puppet, even if he still had his back to Horden and the others, he couldn't see the expression at all, but he could feel the loneliness and disappointment revealed by his back, and he couldn't make a sound when his mouth was full of bitterness.

Stiff and awkward, Thunderpeters walked to the table next to him and picked up his wine glass—the alcohol was only used to adjust the atmosphere, and they didn't drink much, but now Thunderpeters tilted his head and poured all the alcohol into his throat, unable to tell what it tasted like, but felt a burning sensation burning down his throat all the way to his abdomen.

All the organs ached.

"La Tuwada. ”

A lazy and casual voice rang out, and all eyes followed the direction of the sound, it was Hodden.

It was true that this was Froude's family matter, and Holden did not think he should interfere with it, but Holden also believed that the only person who could solve the problem was Ray Peters himself.

It's not just for tonight's party - in fact, they don't have any problem going home tonight, but more importantly, Ray Peters has to get back to his father's voice, he needs to straighten his back, speak his emotions and demands bravely, and sincerely break down barriers and build bridges.

No one was able to help Ray Peters, except himself.

Hodden had no way of knowing Thunder's demons and predicament, and he had no way of knowing what the oppression from his father and brother had caused Thunder to experience, but if Thunder Peters himself could not stand up and break the shackles, their friends would be just bystanders after all, and they would not be able to help at all.

La Tuvada, it's a challenge and a spirit!

Bravely solve difficulties! Rise to the challenge strongly! Embrace the desperate situation with enthusiasm! Always fight, always be enthusiastic, face life calmly with their heads held high, even if they die, they must fight to the last drop of blood, and stand up to the sky to their own end!

Unyielding, and unrepentant.

That's what the Kos Society is all about!

Not long ago, Raypeters and Brutus bravely joined Holden and Robben to uncover the secrets of Mr. Harford's dinner.

And now, Ray Peters also needs the courage and faith to face the monster inside him, his father.

Horden can't make a voice for Ray Peters, but that doesn't mean Horden can't help Ray Peters, and he's supporting and helping in his own way.

"La Tuvada!"

Hodden said.

But Thunder Peters' first reaction was to shake his head repeatedly, "Don't mess around." His palm only grasped the wine glass, and his almost breathed words revealed his panic, nervousness, and a little fear.

For Thunder Peters, the "father" is a demon that is more powerful and terrifying than the evil god, and this monster hovering in his chest has suppressed him for a lifetime, and it is not enough to solve the problem in a few words.

Thunder's eyes shook violently, and even his steps couldn't help but retreat: he couldn't do it!