By the time Charles was woken up from his sleep, it was early in the morning!

To be sure, he had not slept particularly well lately because of his preoccupations—and for this reason he felt an indescribable anger when the door was knocked on until it woke up.

"Who? What's going on! It's so late and you're knocking on the door! With a dazed sense of burnout, he asked in a gruff voice.

"Young Master, I have something important to report to you." A whispered response came from outside the door.

Judging by the voice, it was Grandpa's personal servant. The servant's rare solemn attitude allowed Charles to slowly pull back into consciousness from the sleepy quagmire.

That's right, there is nothing important, how dare they do it. Charles thought to himself.

"I see, you wait a minute." His voice softened considerably, and he quickly jumped out of bed and put on his clothes.

When he got dressed and reopened the door, he was still standing in the doorway.

"What the hell is going on?" He asked in a low voice.

"There was a man who came running over and said that his name was Kong Ze, and that he was one of your subordinates." The other replied respectfully, looking at Charles inquiringly.

"Well, yes, there's such a person." Charles nodded, "But it's so late, did he say something about me?" ”

The servant hesitated for a moment before answering in a low voice.

"He said he met the master today."

"Huh? He bumped into my grandfather? When? Where is it? Didn't grandpa rest at home? Charles asked, confused. Besides, there's no need to wake me up for this kind of thing, right? ”

"Uh...... The ......" the servant hesitated again. In the end, I seem to have made up my mind.

"He's talking about your father, young master."

It wasn't until there were several seconds of silence that Charles reacted.

"What?!"

And then. He reached out and covered his mouth. "Take me there. Does Grandpa know about this now? ”

"He's still sleeping, so I'm running to you, sir." The servant bowed deeply, "I thought about it, it's better for you to find out the situation first before you go to sue Master Sù about this matter......"

"Well done, well done." Charles reached out and patted the other man on the shoulder.

And then. The two of them walked together into the reception room.

Then, Charles saw Kong Ze, who was still sitting in his chair with a blank face.

"Sue me what the hell happened." Charles waved his hand, stopping the other man from standing up and saluting. "Be concise and to the point, and hurry up."

"Yes, sir, I'll try my best." Kong Ze nodded. Then he continued. "You had ordered me to cooperate with your aunt, Mademoiselle de Nordrien, so I had been helping him find someone. As a result, we found it, and tonight, we ran together to his quarters......"

"You mean, the person she's looking for is mine......" It took Charles a moment to get himself able to say the word, "Father?" ”

"At least that man claims to be Mr. Edgar de Nordrien." Kong Ze lowered his gaze. He said that he didn't want to ask anything, he just wanted to state the facts.

Years of crawling in society. has already made him understand that the richer the family, the more unspeakable secrets and secrets there are, and the more he doesn't ask about this, the longer he can live.

As long as he does this feat honestly, it's fine.

And Charles's mood fell to the bottom at this time.

He finally understood what he had been vaguely worried about before.

His "father" disappeared eighteen years ago, Agnes disappeared ten years ago, and then suddenly returned ten years later, and then he was looking for someone...... The facts finally came together in his mind, so much so that Charles wondered why he hadn't thought about it sooner—maybe subconsciously? Because it is possible to be an enemy of your aunt?

But in any case, it is time to face it head-on.

"What happened after that?" With a kind of luck mentality, he asked in a low voice, but his tone was already very dry.

"After that......" He glanced aside, glancing at the servant next to him.

"It's okay, he can know."

"They had a conflict, a very violent conflict...... Kong Ze still looked at the ground, "that gentleman was seriously injured, but fortunately I rescued him." ”

"Really......" Charles opened his mouth slightly.

It seems that things are already obvious, and there is no such thing as a luck factor.

"Sir, because he claims to be ...... Well, the people of your house, so I had to take this matter seriously, so I took him away and took him to a place where your aunt could not find it for the time being. Kong Ze waited for Charles to recover a little from his state of distraction before he spoke again, "I just came to ask you what you should do?" ”

Charles bit his lip as the other two men looked at him.

After a few moments, he finally regained his composure from his panic.

"Take me to him first, and I'll make sure about it." Then he turned to look at the old servant, "Come with me." ”

"I understand, young master." The servant immediately bowed.

Although he was still very calm on the surface, in fact, his heart was slightly sour-because he knew what the young master's considerations were.

After almost 2o years of separation, the young master can no longer recognize his father by himself.

………………

Because it was already early in the morning, the carriage was rushed to the ground quickly, but Charles's anxious heart made him feel that it was still not fast enough, and urged the coachman to speed up several times. This rare loss of calm also made Kong Ze next to him secretly frightened, and he suddenly felt that he didn't know too much.

Fortunately, just as the three of them were thinking about their own thoughts, the carriage finally arrived at the secret location designated by Kong Ze.

As soon as he got out of the car, Charles walked in with his servants without hesitation, and then walked to the third floor under the leadership of Kong Ze.

Then, Kong Ze opened the door to one of his bedrooms.

This bedroom is very poorly furnished, with no furnishings or furniture, but it is fairly clean and obviously cleaned from time to time. And Charles saw a man lying on the white sheets.

The man looked dusty, his face was covered in mud, and his body looked very wolfish. And it's already in a deep sleep.

His coat looked to have been removed, his hands and bare shoulders were bandaged, and he had obviously suffered some minor injuries before.

And even so, the man's face still looks quite handsome, or rather, a little like Charles.

"When I rescued him, he was already injured a lot, especially in the shoulder, and I finally brought him over." Kong Ze explained in a low voice, "After bringing it here, I immediately called a doctor who can keep secrets, treated him carefully, took out the bullet, and now he is still resting." ”

Charles looked at the servant next to him and made a gesture.

The old servant understood, and immediately went forward, went to the bedside, and observed it carefully.

Charles watched motionlessly as the servant flipped through the movements, as if hoping for something unexpected.

However, after examining him for a moment, and after carefully examining his face and body, the servant raised his head and nodded to Charles with a trembling voice.

"Young master, my God, this ...... This is really a master! ”

Well, this old servant has been with his grandfather for decades, and he said that it would not be wrong if he was good.

The middle-aged man lying in bed seems to be Edgar de Treville, his long-lost "father".

Damn, what the hell.

At this moment, Charles only flashed such a curse in his mind.

He wasn't excited, not at all.

Seeing the "father" lying on the bed covered in bruises, he did not feel any sympathy or sadness in his heart, and he did not even feel too much about Agnes's behavior, for he knew the reason for this qiē.

Although it is theoretically said that this person has given life to this shell of himself, and should be considered his "father" both physically and ethically, he cannot feel any such feelings.

Yes, because as a traverser, he doesn't feel that this unknown person is his own relative. After more than twenty years with his grandfather and sister, he could see them both as relatives and would do anything for them, but for this Mr. Edgar de Treville, sorry, he had no such feelings.

Maybe it's a cold nature, maybe it's selfishness, but he just doesn't think of him as a father. Not to mention, since learning that the other party had killed - albeit by accident - his own wife, he also chose to flee, which made Charles have long abandoned the last trace of respect for this person in his heart.

Not only was he not excited now, but he was a little confused, even angry.

If it's been gone for so long, why do you want to come back? Why do you want to disturb everyone's peace!

It was precisely because they were immersed in this kind of thought that the other two people only dared to stand and did not dare to say a word, for fear of angering the eldest young master.

This depressed thought, after continuing for a while, finally broke the terrible depression with a voice.

"He's resting now? How long have you been in a coma? ”

"He was already resting before I left, probably for two or three hours." Kong Ze hurriedly replied, "He was injured and frightened, so it was easy to fall asleep." ”

"Wake him up." There was no expression on Charles' face.

"Young master, my lord is injured now, I'm afraid it won't be good for my body if I wake up......" A hesitant question came from the side.

"Wake him up!" Charles repeated it again, his tone so stern that they almost shuddered.

"Yes." The servant nodded, and then shook the middle-aged man's body, shaking it harder and heavier.

Finally, with a groan, the middle-aged man reopened his eyes. (To be continued!)

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