“…” Hart’s face grew paler and paler.
Without needing to be told explicitly, one could guess that Mr. Ferenc must have suffered inhuman torture before his death; otherwise, how could such a proud man as Mr. Ferenc have made such a undignified act as kneeling on the ground begging for death?
"How many days do you think you can last?" Li Yuan suddenly asked again, his tone somewhat playful.
“…” Hart did not answer, only Li Yuan spoke up: “Charson?”
Charleson immediately stepped forward and answered respectfully and earnestly, "Mr. Hart's health is not as robust as it was twenty years ago. I think he can only last for three hours at most."
"Only three hours?" Li Yuan shook his head, looking regretful. "That's no fun at all."
Charleson just smiled and kindly reminded him, "Sir, Mr. Hart is old and in poor health, but his Tony is a perfectly healthy young man. Young people are generally in good physical condition."
"Is that so?" Li Yuan replied lazily, before turning his gaze to Tony.
"They've grown so much..." he said with emotion, his tone unreadable, neither happy nor angry.
Tony and Eddie were about the same age when they were kicked out.
Mrs. Hermann, who was standing nearby, immediately understood the implied meaning and was so frightened that she knelt down and kowtowed.
"Chief, please spare my son and my husband! Please spare my family! Hart is old, and Tony is no match for you. We just want to live. Please, have mercy on us, please..."
Li Yuan merely frowned slightly at Mrs. Hermann's plea: "Annoying."
Charleson waved his hand, and immediately someone carried the weeping Mrs. Hermann out.
Tony also understood the hidden meaning, and his calves began to tremble uncontrollably.
Li Yuan sat on the sofa next to him, his legs crossed, his movements exuding aristocratic elegance.
He cast a condescending glance at the younger Tony: "I'll give you a month too. If you can make it through, I'll let you go."
“…” Tony trembled like a leaf.
Hart, his eyes red, cried out, "Ling Yin Warrens!"
“Mr. Hart, please don’t get agitated,” Charleson said at the right moment. “Our master just wanted to ask some questions; it’s Mr. Hart who’s not giving us face.”
“Even now, Mr. Hart would rather sacrifice his only son than tell the truth. It seems Mr. Hart is a born cold-blooded man.” Charleson gave Tony a meaningful look and deliberately continued to stir up trouble: “As expected, he’s a cold-blooded man who hasn’t raised a son in twenty years. Even if he’s his own, it doesn’t matter.”
These words completely broke Tony, who was gripped by fear. He looked up, his blue eyes filled with hatred as he glared at his own father.
"Mr. Ferenc, Mr. Ferenc, your mind is filled with that man who has been dead for twenty years!"
“You have ruined my mother and me! If you hadn’t betrayed the Warrens family, my mother and I wouldn’t be in this inhuman state today.”
"Why didn't you die back then? Why are you still clinging to life? Why did you have to come and harm me?! You've ruined my life!!!"
Hart was stunned by his son's relentless and unwilling questioning. When he met his son's resentful eyes, he was not surprised at all. If Tony hadn't been restrained, he would have definitely rushed up and strangled him.
His son hated him, his only son hated him...
Hart chuckled softly, his eyes red, and kept laughing.
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