Stella was in disbelief. âHow could Xavier be willing to kneel here obediently?â
âBecause of someone that he cannot disobey, of course,â Weston said plainly.
âAre you referring to Old Mr. Ford?â
Weston pinched her cheeks. âDo you feel better now?â
Stella remained silent as she looked at the man in the hall.
Xavier knelt in the middle of the hall, looking utterly displeased. But, despite his clear reluctance, he didnât dare to disobey and knelt with his torso stock straight.
Old Mr. Ford sat right opposite him, glancing at him once in a while as he sipped on his tea to check if he was kneeling properly.
Occasionally, he would put his teacup down and pick on Xavierâs posture in a nasty and incisive tone.
Elders like him were excellent at insulting others without the use of profanity.
It must feel pretty good to be able to do so, Stella thought.
She was curious, âHow did you manage this? I remember that Old Mr. Ford dotes on Xavier very much.â
Even when he broke off his engagement with Zeta, a major issue that incurred the wrath of the Taylor family and made them the butt of a joke in the industry, Old Mr. Ford couldnât bear to punish him.
Why did he make him kneel this time?
It was indeed unbelievable.
Weston said, âIt isnât that difficult controlling someoneâs heart. As long as you grasp a personâs needs, youâll be able to figure out what makes him tick and how to make him do things the way you want them to. Itâs that easy.â
Stella suddenly found him very frightening. âSince youâre able to control another personâs heart⦠is there something you really want for yourself?â
âYes.â
Weston said without any hesitation, âYou can guess my innermost desire.â
He looked at Stella with a brazen stare.
Stella avoided his gaze.
She knew, but she didnât want to give it to him.
In the ancestral hall.
Xavier had been kneeling for almost two hours.
Old Mr. Ford finally decided to relent. âDo you admit your mistake now?â
It was undeniable that he had been anxious to seek success at work.
Xavier lowered his head and gritted his teeth. âI was wrong, Dadâ¦â
âHow were you wrong?â
âI shouldnât have trusted that merchant and placed all the export pressure on the company. The economyâs been looking bad, and I shouldnât have killed the goose that lays the golden egg.â
âVery good. Thatâs a very fundamental reason. What else?â
âWhat else is there?â
Xavier looked up, slightly confused.
The old man said leisurely, âYouâve done nothing decent recently.â
Realization dawned upon Xavier. His father was calculating old debts along with recent ones.
He paused for a moment before saying reluctantly, âAs well as the thing with Zeta and Daisyâ¦â
He admitted to every one of his mistakes, which pleased Old Mr. Ford.
When Xavier was done, Old Mr. Ford asked again, âIs that it?â
Xavier asked doubtfully, âWhat else could there be?â
âThereâs one moreâyou shouldnât have interfered with other peopleâs business.â
âSince when did I do that?â
Old Mr. Ford picked up his teacup and sipped on it. âNo matter what goes on between Guinevere and Weston, theyâve already broken off their engagement. You, as Westonâs uncle, are in no position to seek any of that so-called justice and stand up for her!â
Xavier finally understood what Old Mr. Ford was implying all the while. âAre you trying to speak up for Ella Steele?â
He was so agitated he stood up halfway. He just couldnât understand.
âWhatâs so great about that woman? What makes her so worthy that all of you speak up for her, time and time again?â