The second day.

Joanne had not expected that Brian would bring her to this place.

A place where her beloved ones rested forever, where the dead and the alive were separated, and where the most sorrow of the world were burdened.

Brian put the flowers in front of the tombstone.

The flowers were still fresh and their petals were stained with crystal clear waterdrops, showing a bright scene of vitality, though the photo on the tombstone was yellow and old.

Life was so insignificant to the time that it never stopped its steps.

One did not need to take a closer look to find that Brian looked like his father, especially his facial outline. The difference was that he looked more frosty and sharp. When he put on a serious look, he gave other an aggressive feeling.

In the photo, Brian's father wore a three-piece business suit in the style of that time with a pair of metal rimless glasses. His hair was slicked back neatly, which made him look gentler and more modest.

He should be a very good lawyer at that time.

Unfortunately, the day about fourteen years ago, he departed the world in a car accident.

"I chose this place for my father." Brian stroked the picture of his father on the tombstone. "He loved mountains and rivers. When he was still alive, as long as there was time, he would take me and my mother to go outing."

Joanne held Brian's other hand tightly and said hesitantly, "How did... the accident happen at that time? Mom told me that you were in the car and saw the whole thing."

Brian closed his eyes, but Joanne still caught a flash of pain in his eyes.

All of a sudden, she couldn't bear to see him like that. "If you don't want to tell me, you can..."

Brian interrupted her in the middle of her speech-

"At that time, my father won a lawsuit which was considered impossible to win. He planned to take my mother and me to travel. I followed him to buy a tent, and when we drove to the intersection of Tianchang road, a big trunk hit our car. My father was dead when he was pulled out of the car, and he had something to tell me..."

As he said that, Brian's hands were unconsciously tightened.

It's been 14 years.

.

.

But the truck that hit them, his father's hug that protected him at the moment of the car accident, and the face of his father, who died immediately after being dragged out the crashed car and calling his name...

All these were clearly engraved in his mind, and whether it was 14 years or 140 years that had passed, they were so unforgettable as if they had happened yesterday.

Brian...

It was the last word that his father left in the world. Even if he was omnipotent, he would never know what his father wanted to say to him at that time.

"The last sentence, my mum said to us was telling my brother to take care of me and himself." Joanne looked over at Brian. "So I guess, your father wanted to tell you the same thing back then. Whether he is with you or not, he must have hoped that you and your mother would live a happy life."

Brian remained silent.

He looked at Joanne, revealing all his sadness in his eyes.

Through his eyes, Joanne seemed to see a boy who was frightened and helpless at the moment of the car accident fourteen years ago.

She quietly gripped Brian's hands.

She knew better than anyone that the pain of losing a family could be healed only by time.

Facing such irreversible sadness, all sincere comfort would be useless to ease the pain.

While they were in silence, familiar footsteps approached them from behind, and Joanne turned back subconsciously-

"Mom?"

Surprised for a moment, Joanne understood that today was the anniversary of Brian's father's death, and naturally, Iris would appear there.

Under the black umbrella held by her servant, Iris was not so surprised to see Joanne and Brian there, saying while smiling, "I've seen your car."

Iris went to her husband's tombstone calmly, and her well-cared hand stroked the yellowed photo on it.

The smile around her lips gradually turned a little bit sad.

"It's been 14 years, and I'm getting old, but you are still young." Iris touched her face and suddenly laughed, and her eyes turned wet with tears. "Would you loathe me?"

"You left me alone in this world.

"How could you be so cruel...?"

Iris almost burst into tears. Joanne went to hold her hand. "Mom..."

Iris waved her hand and signaled that she was fine.

She took Joanne to the front of the gravestone and looked at the picture on it and said as if her dead husband were in front of her, "This is Joanne, Brian's wife. How I hope you can see her, to see how beautiful our daughter in law is." She suddenly stopped talking as if she had thought of something and then continued to say, "Will you be unhappy to hear I say that? Maybe you can see us now."

Joanne grabbed Iris's hand, too distressed to say any words.

"Have she been lying to herself that her husband still could see her for more than a decade?"

Iris showed a look of "I'm fine", rubbing her eyes. "Joanne, I have a few words to tell Brian. Could you go to wait us in the car?"

Joanne subconsciously looked at Brian, who nodded to her. She understood what he meant and turned to leave, but she could not help but look back occasionally, only to feel depressed looking at Brian's and Iris's back.

"Brian." Iris's look became serious, and she slowly opened her mouth. "I have always known that you have hidden something from me. Today, in front of your father, promise me, you will not risk your life at anything."

She had lost her husband and could not afford to lose more.

She was just a woman and would rather let go of her hatred, spend her remaining years with her grandchildren, and then go to another world to join her husband.

She didn't want to see any more "man-made accidents".

"Mom, I know what I'm doing. You can rest assured that I will keep myself safe." Brian looked indifferent and said firmly word by word, "I know what I'm doing."

Iris covered her chest, and her heart beat wildly. "Does Joanne know it?"

"When I can't keep it from her, I will tell her," Brian said, "there is no need to let her know now."

Iris wanted to persuade him, but in the end, she just said two words, "Be careful."

She gave birth to Brian, watching him grow up and knowing his character better than anyone else.

He had prepared for revenge for many years, as long as the hatred had rooted in his heart. It was almost impossible to ask him to give up now.

"I know." Brian helped Iris up. "Mom, I promise you, I will handle things as soon as possible."

Iris nodded. "Don't keep Joanne waiting for too long, you go back first."

"Good. Aunt Laura-" Brian called the servant who came with Iris. "Please take care of my mother."

"I'll, young master." Aunt Laura smiled and nodded. "I will accompany madam."

Brian turned around and saw Joanne standing outside the car door and staring at them.

Winter was approaching, and the weather in Arlington was getting colder and colder. Today, the cold wind in the suburbs was even stronger. Joanne only wore a thin coat, which obviously could not keep her warm, so, she could only use her arms to hug herself.

Fool.

Brian unconsciously stepped up. He was so hurried that he opened the door of the car and pulled Joanne in before he could say anything. "Haven't I asked you to wait for me in the car?"

"I'm worried about you." Joanne furrowed her delicate eyebrows. "How is mom?"

"She is fine." Brian held Joanne's hand in his hand. "After these few days, she will recover from the bad mood. We should not bother her now and give her some space."

"..." Joanne's eyes suddenly became a bit confused. "Will there be a day..."

Before she could utter her worries, Brian interrupted her. "No," he resolutely said, "what you are worried about will never happen."

Joanne then calmed down.

At this time, the black car slowly started, and then drove out of the cemetery. Brian looked back at the place.

Fourteen years ago, he buried his father there.

For fourteen years, he had never forgotten what caused his father to turn into ashes.

The murderer-Rowdy, was still at large.

A cold light flashed within Brian's eyes-in any case, he would bring Rowdy to justice.

However, he did not know that at the moment, Rowdy had learned of all his information.

After reading through the A4 papers, Rowdy crushed them up and threw them to the ground forcefully as if he were throwing a bomb.

Milo couldn't figure it out. "Brother, what happened?"

He had never seen such a horrible Rowdy, who looked like a beast that smelled blood and wanted to swallow its prey with its big mouth the next second.

"It is actually him." Rowdy's smile was particularly cold. "No wonder, no wonder I felt familiar with him at first sight. Brian, Lu, surnamed Lu ... I should have doubted it!"

He opened a folder, inside which was a newspaper from a dozen years ago, and some words on it were illegible, but the big title was still clear-

A well-known lawyer died in a car accident, and his wife and child committed suicide.

In the report, there was one black-and-white photograph of the undulating sea and two pairs of shoes on the beach.

At that time, everyone believed that Iris and Brian committed suicide, and Rowdy also thought that he had successfully forced them to death.

However, Brian was still alive and had lived a good life in the United States for many years. He also returned to China to set up Lambert Group and became an important figure in Arlington.

Originally, the Kent family should be the one that was a powerful force in Arlington.

A sneer rose from Rowdy's lip corner, and when he thought of Joanne, the smile became even fiercer. "Very good."

Anyway, he had once regretted that he killed Iris and Brian too easily. Now that they were still alive, he could torture them slowly.

As for Joanne, Brian seemed to love her very much. If he grabbed her from Brian, would Brian collapse? Just like him, who lost his family overnight?

"Milo! I want to know the information about Lambert Group, all detailed information!"

"I will go to fetch them now!" Milo did not know what happened to Rowdy, but he still hurriedly go to collect the information.

Rowdy regained his mood and received a call from Yuna.

"I just confirmed one thing, Wesley and Brian of Arlington ... are very good friends." Yuna's voice was full of uncertainty. "Brian is a very tough guy, and I'm afraid that it will not be so easy to win Wesley."

"They are friends?" Rowdy's face showed a snake-like smile. "Good, I'll defeat them all together! This time, I don't want Brian to die, but to never stand up!"

Yuna, in the distant Glasgow, was shocked-didn't he want to deal with Wesley? When did he start to target Brian?