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Chapter 77
I'm not sure how long | was out, but when | woke up, | found Colin’s hand still cushioning my head.
Rubbing my forehead, | gazed at Colin, bleary-eyed. Had he been holding up my head the whole journey?
Over three hours...
Was he genuinely challenged or just playing the fool?
“Where are we?” | murmured.
“The Langley old house,” Colin whispered back, clutching my hand as if he feared something terrible.
Those pitiful yet captivating deep eyes of his always seemed to trigger a protective instinct in others.
“Don’t worry, I'm right here,” | reassured him, patting the back of his hand, though | was pretty scared myself.
What was this place, skind of haunted manor in the middle of nowhere? The surrounding wilderness was
eerie enough, and the house itself looked downright desolate.
And with the lights on at this hour, it resembled a scene straight out of a horror flick about a haunted village.
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| swallowed hard, mustering my courage and taking a firm grip on Colin's hand as we got out of
the car.
“Young Master, Madam, please cthis way,” Eric said, waiting for us at the entrance.
| dragged Colin along, following Eric to meet Brendan.
Brendan was before a collection of memorial tablets, probably praying for ancestral blessings on whatever was
troubling him.
| saw a memorial tablet for Brendan's eldest son, Colin’s father Ethan Langley. Though Colin was born out of
wedlock, he was still his son.
Colin's gaze was fixed intently on that tablet, his face expressionless.
On closer inspection, | noticed the tablet for Ethan Langley was accompanied by another for someone named
Logan Langley, likely Brendan's grandson.
I'd heard that they all perished in a car accident, the very heirs Brendan had painstakingly groomed to take over
the legacy.
As for Samuel, he was initially the least favored by Brendan: indulgent, undisciplined, and lacking in wit-hardly a
suitable successor.
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But as fate would have it, the promising line was cut short in that tragic accident, leaving Samuel as Brendan's
sole surviving son-an underachiever incapable of producing an heir.
For someone as steeped in tradition as Brendan, the absence of an heir was a major issue-how could he let the
Langley lineage end with him? That's where Colin and | cinto the picture.
In the Langley family, our roles were clear: we were mere instruments for bearing the next generation.
“Come, offer your respects,” Brendan instructed after finishing his prayers, turning to look at Colin and me.
| stepped forward, took the flower, and held it out to Colin, but he wouldn't take it, his eyes glued to the
memorial tablet. | could tell he was filled with resentment.
A complex wave of emotions stirred in me, but fearing Brendan's reprimand, | softly coaxed him. “Colin, it's time
to offer your respects.”
Colin turned to me, his voice hoarse. “You're all... liars.”
| froze for a moment, seeing the depth of disappointment in his eyes.
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All liars?
What had Foebe lied to him about? And this Ethan?
“Offer your respects.” Despite Colin’s reluctance, | still led him forward to place the flower.
“The car accident...” He placed the flower under the tablet and looked atas if he wanted to
say more.
| waited, but when he remained silent, | didn’t press the matter.
The cruelty of car accidents-I knew it all too well; my own parents had died in one.
Brendan seemed pleased with Colin's compliance, regardless of whose advice he was following. At least he was
behaving like a person for now.
“I can see that Caleb has taken to you, willing to heed your advice;” Brendan spoke up.
| kept my head down, listening.
“If you can keep him in line, that would be good,” Brendan nodded, speaking again. “Now that you're with child,
carrying the Langley blood, you're something of a hero to the Langley family. If you can bear us a son, | might
finally feel I've done right by the Langley ancestors.”