When everything calmed down, Frost walked out of the medical bay wearing a pair of big pants with the support of Patsy. The first thing he said was: "Am I dead? This is heaven?"
"I'm afraid you won't be able to go to heaven, Mr. Frost." Gurweger's voice was gentle, but his words were a little cold: "I believe you must recognize me."
"Are you Gullweger? There must be something wrong with my brain. You have been dead for ten years." Frost knocked on his temple and said in a panic, with a face that was always downcast.
A trace of fear and panic emerged.
Patsy stepped forward and whispered in Frost's ear: "Mr. Frost, your memory has been modified by the Dragon King level speech spirit, and there are some errors."
"For example, Gullweger is not actually dead?" Frost sat down on the edge of the bed next to him and said in a daze: "What else, is the principal of Kassel fake?"
Percy nodded and said softly with an invisible smile: "Actually, there is one more thing. Uncle Frost, you have forgotten. In fact, I am the heir of the Gattuso family."
"You..." Frost looked at Patsy's face blankly, and suddenly found that the two-color eyes that symbolized the instability of blood had long since disappeared, and now Patsy had the same sea-blue eyes as Caesar: "You
No…there’s something wrong with the bloodline.”
The Gattuso family, which valued bloodline, could not let the original Passi be the head of the family, not because of the so-called family order, but because the other party's bloodline was not stable and could not produce qualified offspring.
"You remember wrong, Uncle Frost." Patsy's tone relaxed: "My bloodline is very stable, even more stable than yours."
Frost shook his dizzy brain and finally calmed down. He frowned and looked at Caesar, then at Percy, and said bluntly: "You are lying to me, Caesar, what are you doing?
?”
When Caesar was a child, Frost would scold Caesar in a similar tone every time he played a prank or made a mistake, but Caesar would always wave his hands and escape from his uncle's sight with a smile.
This time, he stepped forward and put his hand on Frost's shoulder: "My good uncle, do you think Patsy's face can be a qualified head of the family?"
"It's better not to think about it." Frost shook his head stiffly: "Although there is something wrong with my memory, I still remember how much effort the family put into getting you as a qualified heir."
"Yes, he bred my father like a stallion, and then wanted me to do the same thing." Caesar curled his lips, and pinched Frost's shoulder with his right hand like an iron plier: "But I don't want to, uncle.
, you should understand what I came back for."
Frost glanced at Gullweger, who was sitting on the chair next to him, and took a deep breath: "Are you going to destroy the family? The family has put in so much effort for you. Everything about you has been tied to Gattuso."
deal."
"You are not Caesar, you are Gattuso!"
Frost roared and said the last words, but Caesar was unmoved and calmly released his hand holding Frost: "Of course I know, so I came back to solve this problem."
Caesar pulled Patsy over and said, "I think it would be great for Patsy to be the head of the family. His bloodline is no worse than mine. As for me, let's separate him."
"Separation?" Frost stood up from the bed excitedly. In his excitement, he didn't even stand still and roared in a lion-like voice: "Impossible, I will never allow it. There is no precedent for such a thing!"
"I am seriously discussing with you," Caesar lowered his head and said in Frost's ear: "You have to force me to break my skin and pull out those old guys from the coffin, then you can
Calm down?"
Facing the uncle who had educated him, Caesar maintained an elegant politeness and his tone was very calm, but to Frost's ears, it sounded like thunder in his ears.
"How dare you?!" Frost grabbed Caesar's collar and raised his hand staggeringly, as if he wanted to slap Caesar in the face, but his hand was held back and Gulvi stood up.
He was stunned.
"Frost, I think we should talk." Gullweger gestured to Caesar. Caesar, who was like a tiger with explosive hair, immediately stepped aside as quiet as a kitten, leaving room for the two of them to talk.
space.
"Talk about the assassination I suffered back then, and the hostility of the Gattuso family towards me," Guerweger whispered. For the first time, Frost felt that the woman in front of him was like an evil dragon, dying.
Staring at his own throat: "Or talk about my so-called husband."
"It was your family that brought you out of that cursed place, you should be grateful." Frost turned his head away, unwilling to look at Gurweger's face: "You should know how your family died.
"
Caesar's eyes twitched a few times, and he wanted to step forward, but was stopped by Gullweger. The woman looked at Frost: "Aren't you willing to talk to me?"
"There is nothing to talk about. If you are willing to return to the family, then you will still be the mistress." Frost also lost his temper at this moment, and no longer had the shrewdness of a businessman.
"It's really troublesome to lose memory." Guerweger muttered to himself: "It seems that we can only use the old method."
Caesar came over and asked in a low voice: "Mom, what do you mean by the old way of smashing your head?"
"The human brain is not a television." Gullweger looked at his increasingly reckless son and sighed: "Of course it is the same old method that Mr. Ander used before. He rushed into Gattuso Manor and took out all the people.
Everyone was beaten and buried in the soil."
Patsy came over and tried to dissuade him: "Didn't you agree not to use force? Let me talk to Mr. Frost. I can convince him."
Guerweger gently pulled Patsy over, with a smile on his face, but he saw Patsy shudder. Guerweger said to Patsy: "When I was in China, someone there told me something
As the saying goes, a big fist is the last word."
"If you want to make the family relent, you have to let them know that Caesar and I are strong enough." Gullweger said, took out his cell phone, took a deep breath and dialed a phone number.
The phone made a dull sound. A few seconds later, the call was connected. A lazy male voice came from the other end. The sound of the sea breeze echoed on the other end of the phone:
"If you need anything, please go see Frost. I'm currently on vacation in the Caribbean. I'm very busy. Do you understand?"
Gullweger took a deep breath. She was a little afraid of the man on the other end of the phone, but Caesar held her mother's hand and gave her courage: "It's me, Guerweger, I'm back."