With the gratitude of the staff of the orphanage, Lawrence hid his fear deep in his heart and walked out of the gate of the orphanage with a polite smile.

What will the young master say when he finds out?

Staring at the inky world stained by the heavy rain, Lawrence wondered worriedly if he would return all his donations. If he really hated his father.

However, this money was not squeezed out of the few assets of the Bryan family, but his private donation, which had nothing to do with the Bryan family. If the young master really came to the door and asked for the money to be returned to him, he could explain it like this.

"Mr. Lawrence, please get in the car—"

The driver struggled to prop up a black umbrella for him against the howling wind, but the splash bouncing off the ground still wet his trouser legs, and the icy rain ran away at his socks along the wet trouser legs, causing Lawrence to feel a wave of discomfort.

The driver opened the door of a dark blue Rolls-Royce parked on the side of the road for Lawrence, and bowed slightly to invite him to get in, but to the driver's dismay, Mr. Lawrence did not step into the trunk, but turned around and watched quietly in the rain at the orphanage they had just left for a long time.

"I'd like to walk alone, Thangke-"

Under Sanker's slightly surprised gaze, Mr. Lawrence took the umbrella from his hand, and then, without further explanation, picked up the umbrella and turned to walk away the way he came.

"Mr. Lawrence?" The driver, Sanke, asked at a loss.

"You go back first, Sanke--"

Lawrence's old deep voice shines through the rain curtain,

"I want to be alone for a while, you shouldn't worry that I won't find my way back, right?"

Sanke's voice of defense was drowned out by the sound of falling rain, which Lawrence did not hear.

Perhaps it was the pressure of the rapid rain on the wide umbrella surface, Lawrence clutched the cold pole tightly with his old age spotted hand, and his back was not as straight as it had been in the orphanage.

He walked very slowly, and after not walking a few steps, he stood still, staring at the shops on both sides of the twilight street, which looked like some years old, in a daze, and even started the car, sat in the cab and cast worried eyes at him, and gradually moved away.

In a trance, he seemed to see the scene of young Master Brian, walking in and out of these shops in tattered clothes, and then, his eyes became sour.

At the end of the road, a bicycle appeared with a special rear seat carrying a heavy package, and judging by the poncho style of the person driving the cumbersome bicycle, it was probably a post office postman.

Heavy packages, slippery ground, and the rush of wind and rain made it difficult to drive the bike, and the sound of the postman swearing reached Lawrence's ears from a distance.

Lawrence took another step.

The time he had contact with the young master was very short, only two hours, but judging from the fact that the young master was resolutely unwilling to accept the property of the Bryan family, the young master and the old master had almost the same personality - proud and stubborn.

Born in an orphanage, it is impossible for such a young young master to be in a good financial situation, because he still needs to fund the orphanage, but even so, he still refuses a large and generous inheritance, and his father obviously loves the young master's mother, but he can't accept the deception

Lawrence sighed heavily, his cloudy eyes showing dazedness.

He has been working for the Brian family all his life, taking care of the young master's father, taking care of his grandfather and witnessing the family's power to prosper, and then, it decayed as quickly as a flash in the pan No, not decay, since the old man fell ill, the Brian family collapsed.

In his old age, the Brian family vanished, as if to say that his life of dedication was meaningless.

Maybe the old man was relieved before he died, but Lawrence. He must admit that he is unwilling, and he can't bear to see the Bryan family disappear.

There is only one way to prevent the Bryan family from disappearing completely, and that is to let the young master return to the family.

This is not to say that the young master has an outstanding business or political acumen. In his investigation, he could only find out that the young master was born in this orphanage, and after leaving, where the young master was and what he did, he couldn't find any relevant information. But as long as the young master is willing to go home, the Brian family exists.

Whoa!

A gust of wind swept behind him, and the glass windows of the shops on both sides of the street rattled like an earthquake.

"Oh!"

Lawrence exclaimed softly, and under the strong wind, he was absent-mindedly blown off the umbrella in his hand, and his hat was also rolled in the air, and was blown across the street, and coincidentally flew into a narrow gap between the two buildings!

The wide umbrella tumbled on the ground, flew dozens of feet in the blink of an eye, and then crashed into the postman who was trying to control the balance of his bike.

Boom--

The hapless postman fell to the ground in a dark light, and the heavy packages on the back of the bicycle broke the ropes that bound them, and rolled everywhere, and one of them hit the low guardrail separating the sidewalk from the roadway, and the corner of the cardboard box suddenly suffocated.

The umbrella was swept up into the sky by the wind, and he couldn't get it back anyway, but his hat, and maybe there was a chance to save it, which was given to him by Lord Brian.

But after a moment's hesitation, Lawrence trotted to the postman, after all, it was his lost umbrella that caused him to fall.

"Oh, thank you, sir--"

The postman, whose foot was stuck in the frame, was swearing and swearing to break free, and then an old gentleman in good clothes and temperament suddenly appeared beside him, trying to help him pull on his stuck ankle.

"No thanks, sir--" Lawrence smiled apologetically, "it was my umbrella that just bumped into you—"

The corners of the postman's mouth tensed, and he didn't look very happy, but he couldn't say anything, after all, the old man didn't look young anymore, and it was not an easy task to control such a large umbrella in the gust of wind just now.

Grunting a few times, the postman concentrated on the frame of the cardholder's own feet.

Thankfully, it wasn't a complicated matter, and Lawrence struggled to lift the ankle-holding frame, and the postman pushed hard twice before he managed to get out.

As he helped the postman to his feet, Lawrence walked briskly to the side of the street and picked up the large cardboard box that had been choked in a corner.

Bang, bang, bang-

The fall seemed to have alarmed the contents of the cardboard box, and when Lawrence picked it up, the frightened gadgets inside suddenly came alive, hitting the walls of the box in all directions.

"Oh, what could it be here?"

After a quick glance, Lawrence found that the address on the cardboard box was from the Haas Orphanage, and he asked curiously.

"Who knows-"

The postman knew that the box should be delivered there, and that the packages in his car were all delivered to the Haas orphanage, and he saw that the old gentleman was probably having some difficulty carrying the box, so he hurriedly took the box.

"Maybe it's the pets that some caring people donate to the orphanage kids to make them less boring, but in my opinion, it's just a mess for Mrs. Reagan, well, sir—"

The postman fastened the slightly damaged box firmly to the back seat before he said to Lawrence, who was wet,

"It's just an accident, you don't have to take it personally, I'll take care of the rest of the package myself, maybe, you should go and see if your hat can be picked up, if it doesn't fall too deep--"

The postman shrugged his shoulders and said that he had seen the scene as well.

"I hope so--"

Lawrence smiled bitterly, and did not insist on helping the postman clean up, after all, it was not pleasant for an old man of his age, and if he could retrieve his hat, at least some of the wind and rain would be kept out so that he could find a shop selling umbrellas.

Luckily -

Lawrence breathed a sigh of relief when he stepped over the low guardrail and walked out of the narrow crevice of the building where his hat was trapped, and took a closer look through the dim streetlights.

The hat didn't fall too deep, you just had to squeeze in and walk two steps to pick it up, and because of the buildings on both sides, the hat was not soaked by the rain.

It took some effort for Lawrence to squeeze into the alley, but he was pinned down by the walls on both sides, unable to bend down, and could only use his own feet to pick the hat back into his hand.

Bang, bang—

Lawrence breathed a sigh of relief and gasped twice, and just as he was about to squeeze outside, there were suddenly two crunching noises across the street.

(End of chapter)