"Master Brian!"

Lawrence, who was still exhausted, got up from the sickbed and glared at Amosta in surprise.

The old butler thought that he was hallucinating, so he rubbed his eyes vigorously, and by the dim light of the lamp, he widened his eyes and carefully glanced at the young man beside the sickbed.

"It's really you, Master Brian!"

Lawrence lifted the futon and tried to get up, but Amosta pressed Lawrence's shoulder and put the futon back on him.

"Now that you're sick, get some rest in bed, Lawrence."

Amosta said lightly,

"Also, you don't have to call me 'Master Brian,' just call me Amosta."

"But that's rude, Bryan."

Lawrence blurted out, but when his eyes touched the young, indifferent, but majestic face in the darkness, Lawrence's heart trembled, and he couldn't help but stop talking.

It seems that Master Bryan is not as simple as he imagined.

Lawrence suddenly realized this.

Following the first two generations of the Bryan family, Lawrence, who has been in the upper class of London for most of his life, never thought that he was a big man, but under the influence of his ears, he was still quite confident in his vicious eyes, and the bearing highlighted by Young Master Brian could not be concealed at all.

The superior is the superior, even if he is approachable, the self-confidence and prestige that are inadvertently revealed cannot be imitated by ordinary people.

Strangely, when he investigated the name 'Amosta Blaine', he couldn't find a young man with this name in any industry.

"As you wish, Amosta—"

Lawrence couldn't resist Amosta's calm gaze, so he stayed on the bed, and despite a soft pillow behind him, Lawrence still kept his back straight, and even then, he looked a little restless.

The handsome, deep face beside the sickbed was almost identical to that of Lord Bryan, and he was accustomed to maintaining a respectful posture when facing this face, which had been carved into his instincts.

And now, he was sitting on the bed, and Master Brian was standing by the bed. It felt too twisted for Lawrence.

Ignoring Lawrence's apprehension, Amosta let go of the hand on his shoulder when he saw that he was willing to stay in bed, and turned his head to look at the modest room that did not match the luxurious manor, and saw that there was not even a stool there.

"Oh, I'll let Sanker."

"No need."

Amosta waved his hand to stop Lawrence from summoning someone in.

However, it was indeed inconvenient to stand and talk, so Amosta put the lamp on the bedside table to the head of Lawrence's bed, simply cleaned up the scattered pill box, and pulled out the bedside table to use as a stool.

After taking his seat, Amosta looked at Lawrence, who was looking at him uneasily, and asked calmly,

"What's wrong with your illness?"

"It's raining a little—"

After hesitating, Lawrence whispered,

"I'm getting older, and my body is not as good as before."

A Muggle's lie is undoubtedly ridiculous in front of the wizarding world's premier magician, but to get along with people, you must learn to tolerate each other's lies.

Amosta didn't expose Lawrence's lie, but nodded, and then he turned his head to look out the window at the quiet manor, and remained silent.

The moonlight sprinkled on the grassy area in front of the villa, and the cobblestone paths crisscrossed the moonlight, the tranquil night scene diluted the decay of the manor.

"You've maintained this place well, Lawrence."

Amosta said with a smile.

"It's . My duties. ”

Following Amosta's gaze, Lawrence also looked out the window at the manor where he had worked and lived for most of his life, where every inch of land had his footprints and his sweat.

"It used to be,"

Amosta pierced this in a rather cold tone,

"But if all it brings you now is a burden, Lawrence, then I can give you a pertinent suggestion to get rid of it, no matter how much effort you have put into it, it is no longer worthless. I'm sure at your age must know that no matter how nostalgic you are for the past, you can't get it back. ”

Lawrence opened his mouth, an unspeakable emotion in his throat, leaving him speechless.

He wanted to ask the young man sitting next to him if he really resented the manor and its former owner, but he felt that the question was pointless.

"I apologize to you, Brian. Amosta—"

Lawrence did not face Amosta's admonition, but lowered his head and said apologetically,

"Without your permission, I went to the orphanage to make a donation."

"That's not what I'd like to see, Lawrence."

Amosta said calmly,

"But I don't blame anything for that, after all, you did help the children at the Haas orphanage. Moreover, it is your freedom to donate, and I have no right to bind your actions. ”

Lawrence was silent, but his heart was filled with a sense of depression, and after a brief exchange, he finally realized that it was impossible for him to convince Young Master Brian to return to his manor.

The leak of spirit made Lawrence look a little sluggish again.

The memory of his life in the manor was like a flashlight in his mind, he entered here when he was still a stunned youth, he studied here, grew up here, and even his wife was introduced to him by the first family who made the surname 'Brian' glorious, and the young master's father, the old man who died of illness, wrote letters of introduction to his children, so that his children could enjoy an excellent education.

The Bryan family was very kind to him, but after the death of the two kind old masters, there was not even an heir, and at this moment, Lawrence also resented the woman Belina Det.

Objectively speaking, she undoubtedly ruined Lord Brian's life, making him disheartened and unwilling to get close to women again, and she did not play the role of a mother, otherwise, Young Master Brian would not have grown up in an orphanage.

Looking at the old butler who was silent, Amosta sighed in his heart, he knew that Lawrence had drilled the tip of the bull's horns.

Amosta doesn't have too much affection for the so-called 'Bryan family' he came from, but this old butler, he has a bit of a good feeling, this is a kind person.

In the past, the woman brought him to the outside of the manor, who had just been reincarnated in this world, and when he hoped to enter the house, he was stopped by an angry man, and Lawrence couldn't bear it, and secretly wanted to fund some money for Belina Det, but the desperate woman didn't accept it.

"What are you struggling with?"

After a moment of silence, Amosta looked at Lawrence calmly,

"Or did you call me here in the hope that I could do something?"

"Me"

Lawrence was stunned for a long time, "I want you to return to the manor. Inherit the Bryan family."

"Is the Bryan family the old mansion in your mind, Lawrence?"

Lawrence was stunned and stared blankly at Amosta, not understanding what he was trying to say.

"What's my name?" Amosta said patiently.

"Your. Name? Lawrence's lips quirmed, "Amosta Blaine, but I don't understand, young master--"

"Now that you know—"

Amosta smiled,

"I didn't abandon the name, I didn't abandon the surname, then, what else do you have to worry about, could it be that in your heart, the Brian family is this house? Will you only be satisfied if I return to this house? ”

It is not wealth that can represent the survival of the family, but people, as long as Amosta is still there, the Brian family is there, this is determined by the blood flowing in his body, not by his will.

The room was silent, only the sound of heavy breathing, and in the darkness, Lawrence's dark eyes lit up.

(End of chapter)