Mrs. Brent hated so much, thinking that what was wrong with her to take a fancy on such a guy in the past, although it was true that he used to be good-looking with a good figure, and she was obsessed with him.
"Now you still want me to save you. How can I save you? I can't even save myself. Do you know that I'm about to be kicked out of the Brent Family because of this. Once I'm sent abroad to leave this old house, I'm a nobody. I won't able to support myself, not to mention paying your debts."
"No, as it says, a starved camel is still bigger than a horse. After all, you are the madam of the Brent Family. Can the Brent Family let you go without giving you a penny? Besides, Franklin is your son, who is the richest man in Lancaster. How could he not give you money? Help me to pay back as soon as he gives you the money. Don't worry, I'll treat you well. I promise I won't gamble anymore. I'll live with you, and I'll love you for the rest of my life..."
"Really, but how did I hear that you are planning to leave with your mistress if you get the money?" Franklin snorted as he walked in, and it was unknown when he was coming.
Mrs. Brent and the man were both shocked, especially the man whose face turned pale when he heard Franklin's words.
"What... What, I don't get it... What are you talking about? You believe me, don't you? Believe me." He denied it first, then kept confirming it to her, taking Mrs. Brent's hand.
With a long face, Mrs. Brent didn't believe it, of course.
Franklin was her son, who was brought up by her after all. Although she could not say that she knew him very well, she was aware of his character.
What he said was basically true, because there was no need for him to lie.
"Liar, liar." Mrs. Brent slapped the man on the face, pulled out her legs, and pushed him away.
Being slapped, the man was stunned and knelt down to hold her legs again.
Mrs. Brent immediately yelled at the housekeeper and servant, "Get rid of this shameless man. I don't want to see him for the rest of my life."
"Honey, don't chase me away. I owe a lot of money. If you chase me away, I'll have no way out." The man struggled and shouted, being pulled by the servants.
Mrs. Brent, however, was not moved at all. Now, she was disgusted at the sight of him or hearing his voice. She wished that he would be hacked to death. Only in this way could she be at ease.
"You guys mind your business! Let me have a moment with Franklin," Mrs. Brent asked the butler and servants to leave, waving her hand wearily.
After everyone left, Franklin walked over and sat opposite Mrs. Brent.
Franklin remained expressionless when he saw the man being kicked out. Now that he saw Mrs. Brent, he softened his expression and sighed softly, "Don't be sorry for kicking such a man. There's no benefit in keeping him here."
"I was blind that I didn't find out who he really is earlier," Mrs. Brent choked.
Franklin looked at her, speechless, and waited for her to vent her grievance before he handed her a cup of tea.
Mrs. Brent took a sip to calm down, then looked at Franklin and asked anxiously, "How's it going outside now? Did you find out who posted it?"
Franklin said, "Is it meaningful to find out who posted it now? What's done is done. You can see what's going on outside on the Internet. I've cleaned up the comments on the Internet, but I can't stop people from talking. What they should know or shouldn't are spread. Even if I bribed the media to stop this from fermenting, you should know that you can no longer stay in Lancaster."
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