Chapter 342 Do You Think I'm Stupid?
Brian sat on the sofa, eyeing the cold and distant Richard across from him. "I'm hurt. You really gonna make me apply the medicine myself?"
"Either shut up or get out," Richard snapped.
Brian sighed and started applying the medicine himself.
He couldn't figure it out. Richard was usually nice to others, so why was he so cold to him? Even if it was because of the past, wasn't he here to apologize and make things right?
"Your phone's ringing," Richard pointed out.
Brian shrugged. "Not answering."
"It's Daphne," Richard said.
Brian hesitated, then picked up. "Ms. Murphy."
"When are you coming back to Gedser?" Daphne asked. "I need to discuss Charles' recovery with you."
Brian glanced at Richard. "I probably won't have time soon. Got some personal stuff."
"How long will it take?" Daphne pressed.
"Not sure yet," Brian replied.
"Need my help?" Daphne offered.
"No, thanks," Brian said, "I'll be done in two weeks tops. Don't worry about Charles; it's minor."
"Alright," Daphne said, "Call me when you're back."
"Will do," Brian replied.
After hanging up, Brian teased Richard, "Why the look?"
"You clearly have nothing going on. Why lie?" Richard glared.
"Who says I have nothing going on?" Brian ignored his pain, got up, and leaned close to Richard. "I'm busy with the most important thing in my life."
Richard grabbed Brian's arm and twisted it, nearly breaking it.
Brian winced in pain. "It hurts! It hurts!"
"Still talking nonsense?" Richard's coldness intensified.
"I'm not lying," Brian groaned. "I came to resolve our issues."
Richard's eyes were icy. He let go of Brian, stood up, and said, "Get out."
"Richard!" Brian called after him.
Richard ignored him, heading to his room.
Brian blocked his way. "I really came to find you. I..."
"Get out," Richard repeated.
"Can't you just hear me out?", Brian pleaded.
"I don't want to repeat myself," Richard said.
"I know I hurt you before, and you've been cold to me ever since," Brian said, "But this time, I really..."
Richard punched him, losing his usual calm. "What right do you have to ask me to believe you?"
Brian's mouth bled from the punch, and he was stunned. He never thought Richard would actually hit him!
"Pack your things and get out," Richard's voice was icy, his attitude completely changed.
Brian, used to being pampered, had never been told to leave. But now, Richard had said it repeatedly.
Normally, Brian would have stormed out, holding a lifelong grudge. But he didn't. He wiped the blood from his mouth and smirked. "There's only one place I can roll to."
Richard still glared at him coldly.
"Your bed," Brian added.
Richard punched him again, bruising both sides of Brian's face.
This time, Richard was surprised; he thought Brian would dodge.
"You're really something. Doesn't it hurt to use your hand?" Brian wasn't angry. He picked up a spotless ashtray from the table and handed it over. "Use this. It won't hurt your hand, and it'll do more damage."
Richard was livid.
Brian slowly put the ashtray down and said seriously, "I really want to talk to you."
"No chance." Richard turned away, suppressing his emotions. "If you don't leave, I will."
"Richard!" Brian called out.
Richard didn't look back and started packing his things.
Brian stood at the door, watching him. "Aren't you curious about how I got these injuries?"
Richard paused for a second, then continued packing.
"My dad beat me to kick me out of the family," Brian said, leaning against the door frame. "Ten years ago, I didn't have the courage to do this for you, but now I do."
Richard froze.
Brian wanted to say more but winced from the pain in his back.
Richard stood there, eyes closed, filled with complex emotions. After a while, he reopened them.
"So what? What do you want to say?" Richard's tone was still cold.
"Nothing," Brian said, walking towards him. "Just wanted to tell you, I'm no longer the heir of the Harris family. If you don't want me either, I'll be homeless."
"That's not my problem," Richard forced himself to be ruthless.
Brian wanted to say more, but Richard kicked him out of the house. Determined, Brian climbed back in through another window.
Meanwhile, things were much calmer on Daphne's side.
After learning Brian couldn't come back soon, Daphne researched ways to help Charles recover his memory on her own.
This couldn't go on for too long.
Even though it had only been a little over ten days, she felt Charles was much more dependent on her.
For example, right now.
"Daphne," Charles came out of the kitchen, holding his injured finger, looking a bit upset. "I cut my finger while chopping vegetables. Do you think I'm stupid?"
Daphne saw his bleeding hand and blurted out, "Yes, a little."
She swore she didn't mean to contradict him; his words just made her say it instinctively.
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