Chapter 398: 398 Don’t get your clothes dirty_1

Julius Reed didn’t take the trivial matter with the Leocadia father and son to heart.

What kind of storms and waves hadn’t he weathered in his life?

In the past, he had led Zhu Yunwen, the Jianwen Emperor of the Ming dynasty, from deep within the imperial palace, fighting their way out. Not a single one of the myriad arrows fired by the Yongli Emperor could harm even a hair on him.

After returning home, he and Quella Radcliffe merely had a simple candlelit dinner before sitting on the sofa to chat.

“My mom wants to come back home for the New Year, but grandfather on the other hand…”

When it came to Zade Radcliffe, Quella’s heart was a tumultuous mix of emotions.

Ever since the kidnapping incident, she had not been in contact with Otis Radcliffe or Zade Radcliffe.

“Here’s your grandfather’s medical report, take a look for yourself.”

Julius stood up, walked over to the computer desk, and took out a report from the drawer.

“You…”

“I had someone check as soon as I came back from Five-river Province, but since you never mentioned it, I didn’t bring it up.”

Julius looked at Quella’s somewhat surprised expression, smiling as he patted her head: “We’ve been together for three years, don’t you understand?”

For someone like Quella who took family relationships seriously, even knowing that Zade Radcliffe’s illness was a sham, she couldn’t simply let go of her grandfather’s condition.

Right after they returned, the hedonistic Finn Carmichael had already sent employees to the hospital to obtain the report, and had thoroughly investigated the matter.

The entire course of the event, including Otis Radcliffe’s suggestion to give Zade Radcliffe illegal injections, was detailed in the investigation report.

“That beast Otis! Grandfather loved him so much, willing to give him everything, and yet he ended up doing this to Grandpa!”

Looking at the black text on the white paper, Quella trembled with rage, her hands shaking uncontrollably as she held the paper.

Since childhood, Otis had always enjoyed the best conditions in the Radcliffe Family.

The best food was first passed to Otis, then picked over by Wellington, and only after that did it reach Quella.

Even her elder sister Tess would bully her and take her share away.

Yet, it was precisely this favoritism from Zade that led to his being exploited by Otis and falling into a deep coma.

“The old master knew about this. You shouldn’t blame yourself; even in their final moments, they were thinking of harming you.”

Julius picked up an apple from the table and gently began peeling it, comforting her: “If they weren’t your family, I would have tossed them on Mount Everest long ago.”

“Thank you…”

Quella Radcliffe held back the tears in her eyes, not allowing herself to cry.

She couldn’t understand why, despite all her efforts to prove herself, her grandfather still couldn’t give her a proper look. Was he really willing to risk his life just to conspire with Otis to set her up?

Sharing the name Radcliffe and the same blood, she wondered where she had fallen short.

“It’s not that you aren’t good enough; it’s that they never really saw you for who you are. Just be yourself, I’m here for you.”

Julius seemed to see right through Quella’s thoughts, handing her the peeled apple.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Thank you…”

Once Quella received the apple, she felt a warmth in her heart and slowly leaned her head on Julius’s.

Three years ago, she could never have imagined that the man she once looked down on would become her pillar of support three years later.

This movement made Julius freeze instantly.

Then,

Having lived for over ten thousand years, having once sprinted on the Great Wall in the dead of night, and having sat fishing in silence on the tundra for ten years, he carefully placed his hand on Quella’s waist for the first time.

Gently pulling her close into his embrace.

Time seemed to come to a standstill at that moment.

Until a shout came from outside,

Breaking the tranquility.

“Quella, get out here!”

This voice made Julius frown; the killing intent that surged from him dissipated just as quickly as it had arisen, suppressed in mere moments.

The Quella in his arms hadn’t fallen asleep yet; such rage could easily harm her.

“I’ll go and deal with it.”

As Julius was about to get up, Quella grabbed him: “I’ll go with you.”

“The wind is strong outside, and with you there, it won’t be convenient for me to get physical.”

Julius Reed scratched his head, feeling a bit troubled.

“It’s okay; I’ll watch you fight.”

Tess Radcliffe cracked a smile, beautiful as a summer flower.

“Then let’s go.”

The two left the mansion and saw Bran Cook leading a group of people, surrounding the exterior of their home.

The people from Willson Pavilion were blocking them, preventing them from taking a single step inside.

“So it’s young master Cook, what’s the matter?”

Julius Reed, with his arm around Tess Radcliffe’s waist, slowly walked towards them.

Seeing their intimate gesture, Bran Cook felt more uncomfortable than if he had swallowed a fly.

The woman of his dreams was actually living with this hoodlum before his very eyes!

“Hiss!”

Bran Cook took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

He pointed at Ken Leocadia, who had been beaten until he couldn’t walk, and asked coldly, “Was it you who hit him?”

“It’s him! This kid is lawless, I saw it happen right there!”

Graham Cook stepped out of the crowd, pointing at Julius Reed and fuming with rage, “Such a person, showing no respect for the law!”

“I say, who the hell are you?”

Julius Reed looked at Graham Cook with complete unfamiliarity.

By the time Graham Cook had arrived, he had already taken Tess Radcliffe home.

The reason he was being accused was because Bran Cook didn’t dare to offend Aaron Martin and had to find the so-called “Amos Davenport” to take the blame.

Bran Cook had already lost all face that morning, and now he was just looking for an opportunity for revenge.

Now that Julius Reed had beaten up that couple, and Ken Leocadia had also gotten involved because of it, after Graham Cook went back and told Bran Cook about the incident, Bran Cook called his people to deal with Tess Radcliffe.

Who would have thought that Amos Davenport would actually be living with Tess Radcliffe!

In his heart, he cursed Tess Radcliffe for being shameless, having moved in together so quickly, yet he also felt some envy…

“You’ve forgotten about me!”

Challenged by Julius Reed’s question, Graham Cook pointed at himself, at a loss for words for a moment.

“Anyway, this matter is related to the two of you, let’s discuss how to handle it!”

He and Marcella Leocadia were in a partnership, and he definitely wanted to help his old friend who had been wronged.

“How to handle it?”

Tess Radcliffe’s exquisite eyebrows slightly raised, “Clearly it was them…”

“No need to waste words with such people.”

Julius Reed gently put his finger on her lips, smiling, “Wife, watch me fight.”

“Don’t get your clothes dirty.”

Tess Radcliffe smiled faintly, gently straightening Julius Reed’s clothes.

“You two!”

Watching the couple show affection, Bran Cook could no longer contain his rage, and he roared, “Get out here!”

This was a private residence after all; if he barged in, the nature of the incident would change.

“Coming, bro.”

Julius Reed turned, his face full of smiles, and walked to the door, signaling the disciples of Willson Pavilion to step aside.

“Amos Davenport, let me tell you…”

Whoosh!

Before he could finish his sentence, Julius Reed kicked over Ken Leocadia’s wheelchair!

“Ouch!”

Ken Leocadia, covered in wounds, fell heavily to the ground, howling in pain like a pig.

“You… you dare to hit someone again!”

Bran Cook took a step back in fright; he was an intellectual and had only come today to intimidate them, not expecting Julius Reed to actually get physical!