Chapter 367 Fulfilling Marital Duties
Samuel's body stiffened.
Their eyes met, filled with tension.
Robert's eyes were red, his voice cold and deep. "Grandpa, I'm your grandson, not your enemy. Is it fun to push me like this every day?"
Samuel cursed angrily, "If you're going to wallow in despair because of your brother's death, you're just a a useless piece of trash!"
Robert retorted, "Yes, I'm a piece of trash, I admit it! I'm trash, so my kid is a little piece of trash. If you can't train me, you won't be able to train the little trash either! Give up on it!"
His tone was full of defiance.
A slap landed heavily on Robert's left cheek.
His face was turned to the side, and he didn't lift his head for a long while.
With his head down, he pushed his tongue against his cheek and let out a cold laugh. "Wesley was good at everything, but he was too obedient to you, and that's why he died! Fortunately, I'm not Wesley Brown; I'm Robert Brown."
"Grandpa, I'll say it one last time, I don't want to follow your old path, and I don't want to follow Wesley's old path either!"
Hearing this, Samuel was slightly taken aback.
He mocked, "Don't want to follow the old path? Then blaze a new trail for me to see, instead of being so unproductive! If you weren't a Brown, you couldn't even support that Ophelia!"
Samuel's slap was too heavy.
There was a faint taste of blood in Robert's mouth, and he licked it with his tongue. "From now on, when I do things outside, I won't use the Brown name, nor will I use your connections for convenience."
Samuel snorted coldly, dismissively, "You better mean what you say!"
Robert kept his head down, his face cold, "I will."
Samuel's lips were tightly pressed, clearly unhappy.
But what could he do with an unworthy descendant? Robert was still a Brown.
Samuel added a few more words. "That Ophelia, you married her out of spite, just to go against me. If you have the guts, then stick to it. Let me remind you, Magnus can freely choose any woman to be his wife because he's strong enough and doesn't need a marriage alliance to consolidate his power. But you, Robert, in your current state, I could easily force you to do anything!"
As soon as he finished speaking.
Robert turned around and walked away without a word.
When he reached the study door, Samuel added. "My patience is limited, Robert. Don't push me to the edge. If Ophelia can't ignite your desire for power and ambition, then she has no reason to exist. You should know why I've kept her by your side until now."
Robert paused at the study door, his tone flat. "Got it."
Leaving the study, Robert swaggered towards the front hall.
Blair, worried that Samuel might go too far, was walking down the corridor in a mauve dress.
Robert brushed past her.
Blair turned to look at his back and asked, "Would you like to have dinner at home before you go? Your dad will be home soon, don't you want to see him?"
"No, I've already been beaten by Grandpa. I'll take Dad's lecture next time. Say hi to him for me."
Robert walked away without looking back.
Blair had a pretty good idea that Samuel had hit him hard again.
She entered the study and hesitated before speaking, "Dad, Robert is already thirty years old. If you keep hitting him like this, he'll only become more rebellious. If you keep this up, you'll turn him into an enemy. He's your own grandson, is it worth it?"
Over the past year, Robert had been coming home less and less.
He had been driven to resentment.
Samuel took a deep breath. "Do you think he wouldn't be rebellious if I didn't hit him? I have to hit him! To teach him a lesson! Without the Browns, he's nothing with that attitude!"
"Robert is different from Wesley. Robert doesn't like politics, and the Browns can afford to support him. Why do you keep pushing him? If you want a great-grandchild, just talk to him and Ophelia nicely."
"A great-grandchild? He was right about one thing, with his attitude, any child he has would probably be even more useless! This is the last time I'm pushing him. If he continues like this, he knows the consequences."
Blair sighed, "Ophelia's background is ordinary, but she's been respectful to you. I will talk to her about having a child."
Samuel let out an ambiguous laugh. "He chose someone with no background or connections out of spite, so he should know what kind of path he's on. I've let him be for three years, isn't that enough pampering for this unworthy grandson? He made his choice, so he has to protect it. If he can't, it's his own fault!"
When Robert returned to Mission Hills Villa, he had a bit of the smell of alcohol on him.
Ophelia was about to go into the study to write on her laptop when she saw him staggering upstairs.
She tried to ignore his presence, keeping her eyes straight ahead as she headed for the study, but Robert dragged her over.
Gripping her arm, he lowered his head and asked, "Are you hiding in the study to secretly communicate with Thomas?"
Ophelia was taken aback and laughed angrily, "Who's secretly communicating? Watch your words! Besides, you said we could do our own thing, so why are you afraid of me secretly communicating? You mess around with a bunch of other women, do I..."
Before she could finish, Robert's slightly tipsy face suddenly came close. "I haven't."
He looked at her and said this out of nowhere.
Ophelia's heart skipped a beat.
Most of the time, their interactions were tense, and his sudden gentleness made her uncomfortable.
Too close.
She noticed a faint bruise at the corner of his mouth.
Ophelia smirked, "Which woman hit you? She must have a death wish to hit Mr. Brown."
Probably had another fling and refused to take responsibility, so he got slapped.
Served him right.
Robert's brow furrowed, "You really hope it was a woman?"
"Wasn't it?"
He reeked of alcohol and was covered in various perfumes.
Clearly, he had been messing around in a bar.
Ophelia thought for a moment and said, "If you're messing around, then our agreement of twenty times is off."
Robert looked at her and suddenly laughed, "Jealous?"
"Who's jealous? I'm just afraid of getting a disease!"
Ophelia pushed him away and had just stepped into the study when the collar of her garment was grabbed by the hand behind her.
"Hey, what are you doing? Are you crazy?"
Robert, like picking up a chick, dragged her back to the master bedroom.
Ophelia was thrown onto the bed, and her laptop fell out of her hands.
Robert stood by the bed, pulled off his tie, and tossed it to the floor.
He leaned over her. "I remember you haven't fulfilled it even once, Ophelia?"
"What?"
He stared at her face, enunciating each word. "Marital duties."
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