"I remember you said something like this to me..." Feng Bujue looked at Barton and repeated, "You said, 'When I was young, I had a bright future.' But... you thought about that 'future'
But you didn't mention a word about the details. On the contrary, you described your experience in prison vividly." He turned around and continued pacing, "I was a little confused at the time... It stands to reason that people always
I would rather bring up those glorious and beautiful memories, but you... you avoided this topic when you were about to talk about it."
Brother Jue shook the fax paper in his hand and continued: "After getting this, I understand everything. It's not that you don't want to say it, but that you can't say it." He paused, "The beauty of your youth.
Your future is closely related to your father."
Feng Bujue turned to face the crowd and said as he walked: "When Mr. Barton was seven years old, his mother committed suicide due to depression. I think... if that lady can survive for a few more years, she might become the second child of this family.
As the hostess, John could justifiably take his father's surname.
Unfortunately, there is no if in this world.
We can imagine Ms. Button's situation back then... She waited year after year for her beloved man to give her a status, but the other man had no intention of divorce at all, and even had a second child with his first wife; when she
When she took her son to register for school, the child asked her, 'Why are the other classmates accompanied by their father and mother?' She couldn't answer; she couldn't even explain to her son why he had to take his last name.
But she didn't have the ability to live alone without that man. She was just a humble mistress. All she could do was wait, cry, and moan silently deep in her heart.
Therefore, that winter, she chose to end her life in order to gain relief and occupy a place in that man's heart forever."
Colston, who was sitting on the chair by the wall, covered his face with his hands and buried his proud head deeply.
"Later, the guilty father sent his illegitimate son to a boarding school abroad." Feng Bujue continued, "He kept the child far away from him and supported him just like his mother.
This child grew up day by day. He learned to be independent very early and was excellent in all aspects. He had a character that was far more mature than his peers. However... he always harbored hatred in his heart.
He did not thank his father for everything he had given him. In his opinion, these were all deserved and were obtained by his mother with her life. In the end, his father only wanted to use money to atone for his sins, but did not pay any affection.
So, at an appropriate age, the rebellion in young Barton finally broke out. A young man with a higher education, outstanding appearance, and a promising future became a thief."
Feng Bujue pointed his palm upwards at Barton, "Everyone, please pay attention to my wording - big thief." He curled his lips, "Although Mr. Barton himself told me that he is just a 'thief who slides in and picks locks.'
, "spent two years in prison in Pentonville" when he was thirty years old... But according to the file in my hand, he is by no means a second- or third-rate thief, but the kind of person who can rank among Arhats Eleven (
A film produced by Lewis Milestone in 1960 and remade by Steven Soderbergh in 2001)."
"Thank you for the compliment." Barton responded coldly.
"You're welcome." Feng Bujue looked at Barton and replied quite naturally, and continued, "As for the time you spent in prison... it was not two years, but ten years, a full ten years."
He took a long breath and said, "You were imprisoned in your twenties and only served your sentence eight years ago. You have no job and no friends. Your father also knows this. As your only relative in this world, he took you in.
But his legal children are all grown up. There is no way he could bring someone home from an unknown place and say casually, 'Hey! Come and meet your half-brother, who just passed away.
Came out of prison'.
So...your identity is to become the gardener here."
When Feng Bujue said this, he happened to walk to the window. He stopped and was silent for a while, as if to give the people behind him some time to think.
"The moon is really beautiful tonight." Not long after, Feng Bujue spoke again, looking at the night sky outside the window and sighing.
Others in the restaurant were not in the mood to admire the moon. They all had mixed feelings in their hearts and didn't know how to face these sudden changes.
"Then... let's talk about this will." Feng Bujue turned around, "As I said, I have already read it, and it is precisely because of that that I am basically convinced... Dennis is not
Colston's son."
"Isn't Dennis's name on that will?" Schofield asked, following Brother Jue's train of thought.
"Of course." Feng Bujue pointed to Colston by the wall, "Mr. Lovecraft has always been very kind to his relatives. For example, Master Jack and Miss Nancy, no matter what their life choices are, Colston
Mr. Wolston has tried his best to support them, and he has never been stingy with money or patience." He tilted his head, "If Jack were my son, he might have starved to death in the first year of 'Chasing Dreams.'"
"Hey!" Jack yelled unhappily.
"Haha..." Feng Bujue smiled, "But... what does this master do to other people?" He turned to Henderson again, "The man who had an affair with his wife was nearly seventy years old, and he was still there.
Is it just a coincidence that he worked as his servant and even did strenuous physical labor? Dennis's name is not in the will. Did he forget to write it?"
"You...you know..." Nancy understood immediately, and then looked at her father in surprise.
"Yes, I've always known." Colston replied in a hoarse voice. "I found out shortly after Dennis was born, but I never told his mother or Henderson about it..."
"Henderson, who felt deeply guilty, spent the rest of his life trying to atone for his sins. Even though his body was no longer capable of the job of a housekeeper, he still refused to retire. He just wanted to be in this villa... there
The place where the lady and her son lived, working until the oil ran out." Feng Bujue continued, "Colston's dignity was trampled on, and he couldn't let it go, so he didn't stop Heng.
Dessen means."
"Huh..." Brother Jue let out a long breath, "After reading the will, I figured out why Henderson fainted when he saw the body. Because... the person who died was his son."
"I'm sorry, Henderson." Button turned his head and said to Henderson, "I have no enmity with you, but I have to do this."
Henderson did not respond, but sat silently at the table, his face still as pale as paper.
"Yes, you have to do this." Feng Bujue took over the conversation and said, "Because this afternoon, you heard the conversation between Colston and Dennis in the room on the second floor." He walked back to the table and put his hand on
Everything was stuffed back into the paper bag, "Of course you wouldn't stand in the corridor and stick to the door panel to eavesdrop. It would be too easy to be discovered. So, you went to the utility room to get pliers and a ladder, and came outside the house.
, climbed up to the big tree closest to the room and eavesdropped. In this way, even if someone sees you, you can immediately pretend to be doing pruning work."
Brother Jue picked up the last bit of red wine on the table and poured it all into the goblet, "However, the height that the ladder can reach, or the place that ordinary people can climb, is still quite far from the second floor window.
The distance. In other words... Even if ordinary people climb up the tree, they can't hear clearly the conversation in that room. Unless..."
"Unless they are people with special skills." Schofield added next to him. He had also read Patton's files and had some knowledge of his abilities.
"You climbed to the high branch where only cats can stay, and used your hearing that is better than ordinary people to successfully eavesdrop on the conversation in the house." Feng Bujue said, "Obviously, Dennis and Mr. Colston were quarreling.
The reason is not that he wants Colston to remove Lady Odetta's name from the will..." He picked up the wine glass and took a sip, "but that he wants Colston to remove everyone's names from the will..."
Remove it from the will and add the only one...'Dennis Lovecraft'."
Jack, Nancy, and Odetta, the three direct heirs, all changed their expressions upon hearing this.
"I think Dennis must have learned the contents of the will through some way...such as paying off Colston's lawyer or something..." Feng Bujue continued, "Then, he only needs to spend money to hire a few private people.
The detective goes out and follows the clues, and it is easy to find out Barton's true identity." He drank the wine in the glass, "The prostitute who committed suicide, the illegitimate son who has been in prison, the rich man who has had several marriages... put this
The story was handed over to the tabloids and serialized for half a year. Dennis undoubtedly used this to intimidate Mr. Colston into submission."
"No! You are talking nonsense! My Dennis would not do this! Why would he push his father to this point? What is inheritance? He has already married me, and our family..." Carol said excitedly.
Feng Bujue interrupted her, "You are indeed very pathetic."
Carol's glasses widened and tears rolled in her eyes. She seemed to have realized something, but she still couldn't accept it.
"Dennis, he must have known for a long time that he is not Mr. Lovecraft's biological son." Feng Bujue said, "This matter was undoubtedly told to him by his mother before she passed away, which means... he knew it when he was still a child.
Got it. He must have secretly hated his biological father and his own origin, so he was very indifferent to Henderson. He was also very indifferent to his younger brother and sister.
He married a wife with a higher family background than the Lovecraft family in order to leave a way out for himself. He would check Colston's will, firstly because he understood his identity, and secondly because he
Understand what this old man is like.
Dennis had no feelings at all for Colston, his nominal father, and the inferiority complex he buried in his heart far exceeded that of anyone in this room. When he discovered 'Barton'...please forgive my wording...
…When this bastard’s name appears in the will, and he, who has been someone else’s son for decades, does not get a penny, it is normal for him to behave like that.” (Unfinished)
