Chapter 268 Revenge for Mommy!
"Yeah, I just can't stand it when ordinary folks kiss up to those filthy-rich tycoons!"
Gradually, comments like these started to pile up.
"Even teachers in remote mountainous areas have something to say. Over the past few years, our region has received donations from Monsoon Investment or the Rhoads family every year. We're talking not just funds for building school dorms, but brand-new clothes and high-tech teaching equipment. I once shared contact details with a friend teaching in another remote area. She detailed the specific hardships of her school in an email and sent it to them. A month later, she received everything that was needed, along with a substantial but reasonable amount of money. What I want to say is, not all tycoons exploit others. Why judge people with such a biased perspective?"
The debate over the tycoons was fierce.
Amid this tumult, the forever 'ship' stood out in its odd uniqueness.
"Even so, Miss Rhoads and Secretary Woods look so, so, so similar! I really want to know, in the moment of the explosion when Darwin rushed resolutely to protect Miss Rhoads, was he thinking of Secretary Woods, whom he tragically loved and lost, or was it Miss Rhoads in his thoughts?"
"I'm going to support Secretary Woods here... The way he dove in without hesitation, it's like he was saying, 'I've waited so long for you to come back, I can't let you disappear on me again...' I'm in tears!"
"Seriously, can those with 'love-brain' stop and think? Have you forgotten how quickly Darwin moved on with his first love after Secretary Woods died? And now he's ditched the first love who stood by him for five years and is now super glued to the tycoon heiress? If he's using the tycoon's daughter as a replacement, that's utterly despicable, right?"
"Exactly, I will forever hate substitution narratives! What kind of rotten luck must the substitute have to fall for such a crappy guy?"
"In the end, he's heartless; he’s his own greatest love!"
"How does he even have the charm to make all these gorgeous or wealthy ladies fall for him? Seriously, this time it’s the lady who is both incredibly attractive and rich!"
"Some people really need to watch their foul mouths! Did you miss all the videos from yesterday's scene? Didn't you watch Darwin risking his life to save that woman? You can't see that? How could he be heartless if he’s willing to die for her? That level of explosion, people analyzed it yesterday, he was likely to die! Don't you have any sympathy?"
“Absolutely! Whoever's saying Darwin got back together with his first love is missing the obvious. Hasn't it been just the first love stirring up all the buzz? Darwin never admitted to anything, did he? And just look at how he was with Secretary Woods—like he wanted to shout his love from a megaphone in the middle of Main Street. And that magnate's sister? They've only been seen together a few times recently, but think about it. Just before yesterday's explosion, how glued was Darwin to her side? In over five years, have you ever seen him and Lilian caught in a scene like that?"
"I'm with you, sis. It's clear as day whether he loves her or not—he's no actor, right? Fans of that first love need to stop making a scene. If Darwin wakes up and issues a denial, the face of his first love’s fandom will be covered in egg!"
The internet was abuzz with speculation and noise.
The two people at the center of it all—one in a coma, the other seemingly indifferent, were being guarded vigilantly due to the media circus nearby.
Fiona, worried about being photographed, had barred Chicago from visiting.
Chicago desperately missed Mommy. When Fiona said she was tied up at a meeting with no end in sight, Chicago, ever so understanding of the hardships of earning a living, couldn't hide her disappointment. "Don't work too hard, Mommy. I miss you so much, I love you, and I hope to see you in my dreams," she said, her voice touched with a hint of sadness.
Listening to her sweet, tender voice comforted Fiona a bit.
After they hung up, Chicago felt a bit bored. Grandma Rhoads had stepped out, and her brother was holed up in the study. She tried calling her Handsome Uncle, but there was no answer.
Sitting alone, lost in thought for a while, Chicago was about to go upstairs to draw when the doorbell rang.
Stuart, ever vigilant, raced Chicago to the video doorbell.
"Mr. Walker ?"
He opened the door in surprise. "Uncle!"
Bored out of her mind, Chicago lit up at the sight of Burl and bounced excitedly.
Burl looked a bit off today. He opened his arms and scooped up Chicago.
"Did you come to see me, Uncle? Did you miss me and want to surprise me?" Chicago, absolutely adoring her uncle, wiggled her little legs in excitement.
"Yeah. Uncle missed you, Chicago," Burl said, nodding gently.
Yet Chicago sensed something was amiss in his voice. "Uncle, are you unhappy?"
Burl didn't respond.
Chicago's worry deepened. "What's wrong? Yesterday, my brother was crying, Grandma Rhoads was crying, and you look unhappy too, Uncle! Are you guys keeping something from me?"
"Of course not. Your brother has been giving me a hard time, so I flew over to have it out with him—mano a mano!" Burl said, regaining his usual playful demeanor.
"Really? You better not be pulling my leg!" Chicago asked earnestly.
"For real!" Burl nodded solemnly, and gave Chicago's chubby cheek a playful pinch. "Okay, kiddo, Uncle has to go see your brother now. You hang tight and play by yourself for a bit. Once I'm done challenging your bro, I'll take you out for some fun, deal?"
"Uh-huh!" Chicago beamed at the thought of going out.
Her heart was set on visiting the towering Solomon Building!
After setting Chicago down, Burl made his way upstairs, his expression darkening momentarily.
Upon his arrival, he'd confirmed that his sister was fine. Darwin, on the other hand, was in bad shape, close to the brink. Burl didn't want to scare Chicago, so he'd kept the injured state of matters from him.
Now with just the two youngest at home, and Charles caught up in some big undertaking that might require his help, Burl had come straight over.
Charles opened the door, letting Burl into the study.
"How's it going?" Burl asked.
Charles climbed onto his chair; eyes fixed coldly on the computer screen. "It's this organization."
Burl was taken aback.
He'd thought Charles needed his assistance. After all, the dark web's trading sites boasted incredibly high-security measures. Charles would have to break through them one by one and then filter through the data. And all they had to go on were the scant clues left by a driver who had been blown to bits.
Burl's gaze fell on the monitor.
Among the mass of green, the emblem of a red cobra's head stood out horrendously. Above the snake's head were the words written: "Blind Serpent."
Burl was silent.
He wouldn't admit that just the other day, when he considered taking out Darwin, an Italian friend had recommended this very organization to him, known for brokering hits on big shots—life for a life deals.
In the end, Burl only wanted Darwin dead; life for a life was too cruel for his taste. So, he hadn't asked for the organization's contact info.
"Now, I need to find the person who ordered the hit," Charles declared, his chubby fingers numb from tapping at the keyboard all day long. He flexed them slightly but had no intention of resting.
He was determined to find the culprit—to avenge Mommy!
"Count me in," Burl declared, setting down his backpack and taking out his prized laptop.
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