Chapter 191: Chapter 191: So Adrian Can Be Afraid Too

Seeing the slap coming from above, Adrian Law seemed to have anticipated it, a cold smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

However, he did not retreat even half a step, instead standing his ground, and took the slap directly!

Frank Law did not hold back; as a trained fighter, he swiftly left a bright red palm print on Adrian Law’s face, which was as delicate as high-grade jade.

...

Seeing the tension in the living room grow thicker, Butler White, standing aside, was nearly frightened out of his wits.

"Sir! Please don’t! Stop hitting!"

Butler White wanted to plead for the young master, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Frank Law shot him a cold look.

"He’s an ungrateful son, why plead for him? Butler White, go outside, this is none of your business!"

Cold sweat trickled down Butler White’s forehead, after all, he had watched Adrian grow up, and could not help but look at him with pity a few more times, but in the end, he could only sigh, and silently left.

...

Frank Law glared at Adrian, full of rage.

"Today I’m disciplining you for your late mother, do you know what you’ve done wrong?"

He should feel aggrieved from being beaten, but Frank Law only felt an endless chill emanating from his eldest son.

Yet Adrian looked indifferent, his entire being exuded a cold and unapproachable aura, making one shiver.

"Yes, I’m wrong, wrong to be a Law!"

Dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, his features appeared even more lofty and ascetic, and no matter how bright the slap mark was, it did not diminish his noble bearing.

...

Frank Law’s anger subsided a little upon seeing the rapidly reddening half of Adrian’s face, and he felt a faint hint of regret.

Since his eldest son grew up, this was the second time he had hit him, as for the previous time...

Frank Law’s eyes dimmed, just as he was about to step back, Adrian suddenly faced him, speaking sharply, like stabbing knives straight to the heart.

"Father, do you remember the last time you hit me? In your heart, if it weren’t for me, mother wouldn’t have died, right?"

"But you’ll never know what it feels like, hiding in a cabinet, watching the person you care about most being killed before your eyes and being unable to make a sound!"

He was twelve years old that year, and after a harrowing escape from those people, his eyes were nearly burnt by smoke.

Having finally found the rescuers from the Law Family, he fainted after being barely sustained, only to wake up to a harsh slap from Frank Law.

Frank Law’s bulging veins on his angry face remained vivid in his memory.

——Bastard, if it weren’t for protecting you, your mother wouldn’t have died!

Recalling those painful past events, Adrian’s eyes reddened slightly.

"Father, it was you who never protected my mother! Years later, you didn’t even protect Nancy! What right do you have to stand here and scold me in my mother’s name?"

Frank Law suddenly fell silent, rendered utterly speechless.

If Susan Roswell’s death was unforeseen, then what about Nancy?

If only he hadn’t insisted back then that Nancy...

"Enough! Stop speaking..."

Frank Law painfully covered his face with his hand. Yes, as a father, he bore inescapable responsibility for Nancy’s tragedy.

Moreover, to this day, whether Nancy Law or Susan Roswell, the people who killed them still roam free.

...

Adrian coldly watched Frank’s tormented figure, feeling not a shred of joy.

"Consider what I said: if you want me to give up The Law Group’s shares, no problem. I’ll take Nancy and mother out of the Law Family, adopt my mother’s surname from now on, and we’ll all go our separate ways."

With that, Adrian turned decisively, only to be interrupted by a noble and gentle voice.

"Oh, Adrian, you’re back... There’s silver fungus and lotus seed soup in the kitchen; would you like to sit down and have a bowl?"

He then saw Mabel Keaton, dressed in a simple robe, wearing a purple jade pendant around her neck.

Mabel Keaton smiled faintly, her bright eyes fixated on the palm print on Adrian’s right cheek.

——Oh, got hit, he truly deserved it.

...

Seeing Mabel Keaton’s obvious imitation of his mother’s attire, Adrian frowned, unabashedly showing disgust in his eyes.

"Pretentious Dora."

After whispering this in her ear as he passed by Mabel, Adrian left without hesitation.

Mabel’s eyes instantly lost their pride!

Such a magnificent and noble beauty like her being insulted as ugly one day?

Mabel was so angry that veins popped on her forehead, nearly spitting out blood.

She turned to Frank Law with a resentful and innocent look.

"Sir, look, how your eldest son speaks to me..."

Unexpectedly, Frank Law coldly raised his head.

"I’ve already said that wearing simple colors doesn’t suit you. The purple jade necklace is poor quality and an eyesore, get it changed!"

Having gained nothing, and seeing Frank still brooding, Mabel’s face froze, and she had no choice but to retreat awkwardly.

Just as she turned, she glared hatefully at Adrian’s departing figure.

Her expression grew increasingly sinister.

Hmph, one day, she would make sure Tyson would be the only rightful heir of the Law Family!

...

After leaving the Law Family’s old residence, Adrian thought for a moment, decided against returning to the company, and headed towards Starfall Bay instead.

As he got off the car, he retrieved some pre-printed documents from inside.

Because there were no classes for the next couple of days, Cecilia Vaughn was at home practicing flower arranging. Hearing the door open, she thought it was Aunt Sawyer coming to clean Starfall Bay.

"Aunt Sawyer, do you think the pansies I bought today are pretty..."

Cecilia Vaughn beamed and looked up, only to suddenly see Adrian’s figure.

"Adrian, why are you home so early... Wait! Your face—"

She was puzzled by Adrian’s sudden return home, but upon seeing the bright red slap mark on his face, Cecilia Vaughn immediately panicked. She hurriedly set down the vase, rushed to Adrian in a few swift steps.

"Adrian, does it hurt? Who hit you? I’ll go teach them a lesson!"

Cecilia Vaughn’s heart was filled with anxiety, she stood on tiptoe, tenderly caressing the man’s cheek wound with her hand.

Seeing the girl’s worried expression, Adrian felt his anger and hatred being soothed by an invisible force.

His mood gradually becoming calm and warm, simply because she was by his side.

...

He earnestly gazed at Cecilia Vaughn, his voice solemn.

"Cecilia, if one day, I am no longer the eldest of The Law Group, with nothing left after losing that identity, would you still choose to be with me?"

Cecilia Vaughn paused, in that moment, seeming to see through Adrian’s cold and proud exterior, the deeply hidden fear.

What was he worried about?

Was he afraid of losing her?

Could such a proud and strong person also have moments of weakness because of her...

Thinking of this, Cecilia Vaughn’s eyes instantly reddened!