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Chapter 955: Chapter 955: The Cunning and Calculative Darrell Huntington
Although the sudden interference of Thunderpeak Hall had been anticipated, Julius Reed equally recognized the urgency of the situation.
It seemed that Granny Xihua was already growing impatient.
A cornered dog would leap over a wall, let alone the powerful Thunderpeak Hall.
Brysen Beaumont was a worthy opponent.
At least for now, while Julius Reed had not yet recovered his full strength, he still needed to spar for several minutes and identify the opponent’s weaknesses before he could defeat the enemy with a single move.
Tomorrow, he would personally travel to Nathaniel City.
To pay respects at the Martial Arts Association and to kill Jerry Anderson.
But at present, he had to fully understand the affairs of the Huntington family before he could leave with peace of mind.
Years of solitary living had made Julius Reed see through any emotions.
However, he could still understand Itai Huntington’s feelings at the moment, and any decision she made.
Poor woman...
...
Under the cover of night, the capital bustled with traffic and throngs of people.
The city was alight with countless homes.
Darrell Huntington knelt in front of the Huntington family’s ancestral hall, hands pressed together in prayer.
Next to him, Vance Huntington was also kneeling.
"Ancestors above, I, Darrell Huntington, have failed in my conduct and dishonored your spirits in heaven," he said, before bowing his head three times.
"Zahir Huntington has been wiped from existence, and there are even rumors of those seeking to take the head from my neck. This is a disgrace beyond measure for the Huntington family."
With three sticks of incense in hand, Darrell Huntington stood and inserted them onto the incense holder: "But, the Huntington family will not sit idly by and await doom. As a last resort, after I decide to eliminate the traitor within the Huntington family, I will first head to Lopez’s river to hide."
"Father, Lopez’s river?"
Vance Huntington stood, asking with confusion.
Were they going to leave the capital?
Leave the Huntington family?
"Haven’t we already reconciled with Itai Huntington and allowed that wretched woman’s spirit tablet to be placed in the memorial hall? Then I pretend to bow for three days, and once the Martial Arts Association makes their move to eliminate Julius Reed, we’ll exact our revenge?"
That afternoon, following Darrell Huntington’s plan, Vance Huntington had called Itai Huntington.
He first scolded her harshly, then soothed her with emotion, and persuaded her with reason.
He promised to retrieve the spirit tablet of Itai Huntington’s mother, and to kneel before it himself for three days and three nights.
In exchange, Itai Huntington would withdraw the dagger, giving the Huntington family a chance to catch their breath.
In the face of familial ties, the long-lonely Itai Huntington was unable to resist the carefully prepared lines of Darrell Huntington.
Moreover, with Vance Huntington’s tone of concern and regret, he directly penetrated her last psychological defenses.
The scheme was a success.
"With Itai Huntington mediating, I don’t think Julius Reed will give us a hard time," said Vance Huntington, looking at his father.
"Then why, are we fleeing to Lopez’s river?" he asked.
Inside information from the Martial Arts Association indicated that within a week they would plot vengeance, aiming to execute Julius Reed in the capital.
In the holy land of Martial Arts, seemingly, it wasn’t difficult to eliminate a person.
"Zahir was my favorite grandson. He was the rightful heir of the Huntington family, the hope of our future! And yet because of that damned woman, he died with no body left intact!"
Darrell Huntington’s eyes narrowed, his voice chillingly cold: "I want to kill her, then take you all and leave the capital. Lopez’s river holds an old friend of mine, someone who can contend with Jasper Leopold. If the Martial Arts Association successfully kills Julius Reed, we will return to the capital at once. Otherwise, I will ask my old friend to intervene."
He could not bear the thought of his most beloved grandson, blown to pieces...
All of this, he blamed on Itai Huntington.
"Worthless wench!"
Bang!
Darrell Huntington’s fist slammed into the wall, his expression one of extreme agony.
Closing his eyes, the image of Zahir Huntington’s funeral was etched into his mind, refusing to fade!
Hatred!
He harbored hatred!
Even though Itai Huntington was also his granddaughter, Darrell Huntington insisted on repaying the blood debt with blood!
"Lopez’s river? Does the Huntington family also have friends in Lopez’s river?" Vance Huntington asked, furrowing his brow.
He was completely unaware.
If it hadn’t been for the incident with Jasper Leopold that day, he wouldn’t even have known about the close ties between the Huntington family and the Martial Arts Association.
"There are some things that only the Family Head of the Huntington family is entitled to know!" Darrell Huntington said coldly: "When is that wretched woman coming?"
"According to the agreed time, in half an hour."
Vance Huntington looked down at his watch and replied softly.
In the ancestral hall, he dared not speak loudly.
Inside were the revered ancestors of the Huntington family.
"Hah, that wretched woman, by what virtue or ability does she deserve to stay with my Huntington ancestors," Darrell Huntington sneered and said, "Get your things ready within half an hour. After the killing, head straight to Lopez’s river. I’ve already made arrangements; someone will meet us halfway."
"Understood!"
Vance Huntington was not surprised to hear that Darrell Huntington intended to kill Itai Huntington.
"Just bring the essentials. Lopez’s river has everything, and it won’t take long for us to return."
After finishing, Darrell Huntington turned and left the ancestral hall.
There was still half an hour left until the appointed time.
But Itai Huntington had already quietly left the Carmichael family’s courtyard.
She didn’t want to disturb Quella Radcliffe, nor did she want Julius Reed to know.
Or perhaps, she felt she had no face left to see Julius Reed again.
Familial love, father’s love.
Years of hatred melted away when she learned her mother’s spirit tablet could be placed inside the hall when she learned her father had regrets.
She became unbearably vulnerable.
In the end, she was a woman, and once the tough exterior was torn away, all that remained was a frail heart.
Darrell Huntington understood human nature.
With just a few words, he pierced Itai Huntington’s soul.
"Miss, where to?"
No sooner had she left the Carmichael house, Itai Huntington encountered a taxi.
"To the Huntington house."
Itai Huntington carefully clutched her mother’s spirit tablet to her chest and spoke softly.
She hoped, everything would pass.
She didn’t covet the Huntington family’s property, money.
She didn’t care about the Huntington family’s prestige either.
She just wanted a home, to feel the warmth of family love.
"Miss, you don’t seem very happy," said the taxi driver, looking at her through the rearview mirror and smiling, "Life is full of disappointments, ninety percent of the time. We always have to look forward and be optimistic."
"Thank you,"
Itai Huntington gave a bitter smile, clutching the spirit tablet in her hand even tighter.
"The Huntington family is a local powerhouse, miss, are you from the Huntington family?" the taxi driver continued to chat, casually.
"Sort of, but not really,"
Itai Huntington, feeling down and emotionally complex, didn’t mind having a chat with a stranger she just happened to meet.
Some words, can only be told to strangers.
And only strangers, can truly listen.
"I was, but not anymore," she said with a touch of bitterness in her voice.
"Family feuds are common among the wealthy; it’s not worth getting involved. Being an ordinary person can be quite joyful too. Like me, I drive people around during the day, and at night I kill people..."
The taxi driver hurriedly covered his mouth, "Oh, sorry. Just a slip of the tongue, driving people during the day, driving more at night. Ordinary people, they have their own happiness too." 𝔫𝔬𝖛𝖕𝔲𝖇.𝖈𝖔𝖒
But Itai Huntington involuntarily shrank back, her gaze wary as she watched the driver.
The driver wore a cap.
The dark light hid his features.
Fortunately, the car always remained in the bustling city area and didn’t deviate from the route to the Huntington house.
"Yes, ordinary people have their own happiness. But some people are doomed never to enjoy this happiness," Itai Huntington said, though still on her guard, she subconsciously chatted with the driver for a few sentences.
Hadn’t she longed for the life of an ordinary person?
The car was silent all the way.
The driver drove leisurely, and Itai Huntington kept her eyes on him the entire time, her mind too preoccupied to wander.
It was only after they arrived at the destination that she breathed a sigh of relief.
It seemed that the mention of killing people was indeed a slip of the tongue.
"Keep the change,"
Itai Huntington took out a thousand yuan and handed it over, "Thank you."
"Money can’t buy happiness. I wish you good luck,"
The driver didn’t take the money and left humming a tune.
