Hello, Mr. Brent novel Chapter 104

Outside the Brents ancestral hall.

Alan knelt there motionless, drenched by the heavy rain. Although the weather was not cold, the coolness after the heavy rain made him shiver a little.

However, he still did not waver, kneeling straight on his knees.

Mrs. Brent walked over and stood beside him and asked coldly, "Are you going to keep kneeling like this?"

"Yes," Alan replied.

Mrs. Brent was so angry that his face turned green and he reached out to slap him, but when he saw his stubborn face, he held it back.

"I told you to leave Lancaster, no matter where you go, it's better than staying here. Why don't you listen? If you want, I can arrange for you to go abroad immediately and leave from afar. You can go anywhere you want," Mrs. Brent said fiercely.

Alan looked up at her coldly and asked, "Why are you so afraid of me staying here? Is it because you think of my mother when you see me? Of the sins you committed?"

Mrs. Brent gritted his teeth and said angrily, "What's the good of you being so stubborn with me?"

Alan smiled bitterly, lowered his eyes indifferently, and looked straight ahead.

In front of it was the Brents ancestral hall, which housed the tablets of the past generations of the Brents. No matter how the world changes, some rules and traditions will not change.

For example, this temple of the Brents, for example, was carved on a tablet after someone died. For example, the son and grandson, for example... A person like him would not be recorded on the family tree if he died.

"Kneel here!" Mrs. Brent snorted, then turned and left.

It was getting darker and darker, and Alan was still kneeling.

The sound of Mrs. Brent's footsteps leaving was like stepping on his heart.

He remembered that many years ago, he and his mother had been caught, and this woman had also stepped over. Noble and elegant, his red lips parted slightly and said to Mr. Brent, "According to the rules, he cannot be a threat to Franklin."

So, he was picked up and prepared to drown in the water.

"No, he's my son." His mother screamed and jumped on him, snatching his tiny body away.

"If you want to save him, you will die for him. There is only one between you. You choose."

"Alan, live well." His mother gently touched his face and looked at the boy who looked like him. She jumped into the cold water.

When her mother was rescued again, she was already stiff and swollen. He didn't know that his mother could be so ugly at times that he didn't dare to look at her.

"Mother, tell me, should I leave?" Alan murmured.

Many years ago, when I think of it again, my heart still hurts.

Alan couldn't help but cover himself and finally fell to the side with a plop.

Jason rushed over and saw Alan lying on the ground with a cold body.

He was startled and hurried over to check, only to find that he had fainted and heaved a sigh of relief. He quickly called Franklin. Emily was asleep, and Franklin quietly walked to the balcony with his phone.