Chapter 327 Farewell
Soon, Charles and Scarlett moved out of the Russell Mansion and into a swanky downtown apartment. The place was top-notch, with fancy decor and a killer view of the city lights at night.
Charles seemed pretty happy with their new house. He sat in the spacious living room, sipping coffee with a calm expression. Scarlett, on the other hand, was far from pleased. She stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, glaring at the skyscrapers outside with disdain.
"What kind of place is this? After living in a mansion for so many years, how am I supposed to tolerate this?"
Charles set down his coffee cup and replied in a measured tone, "The environment here is nice, and it's convenient."
Scarlett was relentless. "This place is absolutely dreadful. The mansion was so spacious, with a garden, a pool, and servants to cater to us. It was so comfortable! Now we have to live in an apartment, without even a yard, and we have to squeeze into an elevator. It's just miserable!"
Charles frowned, his patience wearing thin. "The Russell family's standard of living has declined compared to before. You should stop being so picky. Living here is already better than what most people have."
Scarlett continued, "I just don't understand how the Russell family ended up like this. It's all because of Emma! If it weren't for her, George wouldn't have turned out this way, and the Russell family wouldn't be in such a mess!"
Charles's frown deepened at the mention of Emma. He shot Scarlett a cold look, his voice carrying a warning. "Enough! The Russell family's troubles have nothing to do with Emma. If you keep talking nonsense, don't blame me for being harsh."
Scarlett was startled by Charles's tone but still felt indignant. She muttered under her breath, "Am I wrong? If it weren't for her, George wouldn't be like this."
Charles ignored her, turning his gaze to the window, tuning out her complaints.
"The Russell family, reduced to this... it's disgraceful!"
Charles had had enough. "If you're so unhappy, you can move out."
Scarlett was left speechless, fuming as she sat on the couch, still grumbling. "I'm not moving out! I want to see how much worse the Russell family can get!"
Charles closed his eyes, leaning back on the couch to rest.
Outside, twelve guards in black uniforms stood in two neat rows, their expressions solemn, with a hint of frustration and anger. They were the Russell family's elite guards, once the most loyal protectors and symbols of the family's glory.
The head guard stepped forward and knocked on the door.
Scarlett opened the door, surprised to see the twelve guards. She knew these men were skilled and had been with the Russell family through thick and thin. They could have easily found better opportunities elsewhere, yet here they were. She never expected to see them again.
"Is Mr. Russell in? We have urgent business with him," the head guard said in a deep voice.
Scarlett nodded excitedly and quickly led them into the living room.
Charles sat in the main seat, leaning on his cane, his gaze deep as he looked at the twelve guards.
The head guard stepped forward, his voice earnest. "Mr. Russell, the mansion's been taken from us. We, the twelve guards, are ready to take it back! The Russell family can't fall like this!"
The other guards echoed his plea. "Mr. Russell, please let us act! The mansion is the heart of the Russell family. We can't let it fall into the hands of outsiders!"
Scarlett's eyes lit up with hope. "Dad, did you hear that? They're willing to take action! We can't just let this go! Let them reclaim the mansion!"
However, Charles remained unmoved. He raised a hand to silence Scarlett, then looked coldly at the twelve guards.
The head guard looked up. "Mr. Russell, when do we start?"
Charles sighed. "The Russell family has fallen, and the mansion no longer belongs to us. Even if you reclaim it, what then? We don't have the strength to hold onto it anymore."
The head guard's face grim. "Mr. Russell, the Russell family still has us! As long as we're here, the family won't fall!"
Charles shook his head. "I appreciate your loyalty, but our glory days are over. We can't ask you to risk your lives for us anymore."
He stood up, leaning on his cane, his gaze steady as he looked at the twelve guards. His voice was low but firm. "From today, the Russell family's twelve guards are disbanded. Go home, live your lives, and stop worrying about us."
The head guard's body shook, his eyes filled with shock and reluctance. "Mr. Russell, you can't say that! We are the Russell family's people. If the family falls, we can't just stand by!"
The other guards echoed his sentiment. "Mr. Russell, we swore to serve the Russell family! We won't leave!"
Charles's eyes showed a flicker of complex emotions, quickly replaced by a steely resolve.
His voice carried authority. "The Russell family can no longer protect you. Staying with us will only bring suffering to your families. I don't want to see you sacrifice your own lives for us."
The head guard's eyes showed pain as he lowered his head, his voice hoarse. "Mr. Russell, do you really no longer need us?"
Charles closed his eyes and sighed. "The Russell family has no future. Go, that's an order."
The twelve guards' eyes filled with sorrow and reluctance. They bowed deeply, their voices choked with emotion. "Mr. Russell, take care!"
Charles watched them, his gaze tinged with a hint of sadness, but he waved them off decisively. "Go."
The twelve guards stood, taking one last look at Charles before turning to leave the living room, their hearts weighed down with heavy thoughts.
Scarlett watched, stomping her foot in frustration. "Dad, how could you let them go!"
Charles gave her a cold look. "If you don't want them to go, then you leave."
Scarlett was left speechless, fuming as she sat on the couch, muttering about the Russell family and Emma.
Charles ignored her, turning his gaze to the window, wondering how George was faring.
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