As his words fell, the entire scene instantly fell quiet.
Sharp gazes immediately pierced at White Mitchell who had suddenly appeared, as if they were knives.
âScoundrel! Who allowed you to come here!? And you dare to shout and rant here? Are you challenging the dignity of the Mitchell Family? Do you have no regard for the Mitchell Family anymore?â An elder standing next to Elder Madame Mitchell immediately berated, adopting an aloof demeanor.
Seeing this, another elder of the clan couldnât wait to chime in: âImpudent! As an outsider, what gives you the right to shout and rant here?â
âIndeed, a man on his deathbed still dares to utter wild and arrogant words? This is nothing less than having the audacity of a bear and a leopard!â As they beheld this scene, the people started to join in agreement.
Clearly, they were declaring their stance to Fendy Taylor.
At this moment, the harsher they berated White Mitchell, the more aggressively they targeted him, the greater chance they had to win Fendy Taylorâs favor.
After all, in their eyes, Fendy Taylor, although not the Family Head, would have all the power in her hands once Benjamin Mitchell returned.
By then, the entire Mitchell Family would have to listen to her.
Even Elder Madame Mitchell would not dare defy her.
Therefore, they must curry favor with Fendy Taylor at this time in order to secure their positions and avoid being targeted by her in the future.
While the Mitchell Family seemed invulnerable, everyone had their own little schemes. At this point, whether they belonged to the Mitchell Family or not was of no importance to them. As long as they could keep their current wealth and prosperity, that was the best outcome.
As for who would take over the reins of control in the Mitchell Family after Hill, they couldnât care less.
Facing the peopleâs reprimand, White Mitchell chuckled indifferently: âWhat, wasnât it you guys who invited me to come back? Could it be that this is a setup, a classic trap?â
âStop fucking bullshitting here! Do you not understand your own identity?â
âExactly, eighteen years ago, you were no longer part of our Mitchell Family. Please be clear about your standing!â
âYou are nothing but an illegitimate child, a worthless scion stricken off from the family records. Do you know why you were asked back? Do you honestly think you can reclaim your ancestral roots? Dream on!â
The Mitchell Family elders, each taking turns to speak, their words filled with mockery and sarcasm.
The listening White Mitchell responded with cold laughter: âI didnât forget the events of eighteen years ago even though you donât speak of them. I remember how groveling you were in front of me before this harlot Fendy Taylor was brought into the family.
It appears you are the ones who have forgotten!
Did you forget the faces you made when you were ingratiating yourselves with me back then?â
Upon hearing this, the aggressive elders couldnât hide their embarrassment.
At this moment, Elder Madame Mitchell, standing in the center, glared with rage and said coldly: âBastard! You need not flaunt your verbal prowess here! Eighteen years have not changed your ability to provoke peopleâs dislike with that mouth of yours! It appears that for these past eighteen years, you have never once stopped coveting the Mitchell Family! Your intentions are truly malicious!â
Covet?
White Mitchell shook his head and sneered, âWhatâs there in the Mitchell Family now thatâs worth my coveting? Or do you think I would stoop so low as to fancy the wealth of the Mitchell Family or deal with you shameless, two-faced people?â
Eighteen years ago, I told you â I donât care for anything in the Mitchell Family, but what is rightfully mine, you canât take even if I donât want it!â
Today, I have only one purpose in returning â to reclaim what was once mine and settle the account from eighteen years ago!â