<h4>Chapter 91: Chapter 90: Filter</h4>
Bet Family’s old mansion.
The standalone extended vi, built against the mountain, has a modern style. The originally light blue pool is covered with soft snow, hiding the stone path that winds from the pool to the door.
The entire style of the Bet Family’s decoration waster rearranged ording to the preferences of Zane Bet, the generation most favored by the olddy.
Inside the vi, in the study.
"Great! My well-raised son is fighting against his own father!"
Just after the New Year’s Eve dinner, Norman Bet was called to the study by Philip Bet.
In the spacious yet not empty study, Philip Bet stood with his back to his son, one hand on the corner of the table, speaking in a low and angry tone.
Faced with his father’s angry questioning, Norman Bet said nothing, just stood there straight, his face showing no emotion, indifferent to everything in front of him.
After not hearing his son speak for a long time, Philip Bet frowned, thinking that his son had already left the study; he suddenly turned around, only to meet Norman Bet’s eyes, as calm as a cold pool.
Those eyes were very intimidating.
Just like that deceased woman, his gaze showed a coldness that was unapproachable for strangers.
Even his temperament was simr, patient and affable to close ones, but unwilling to say more than a word to those he disliked.
Clearly, he was one of those disliked in Norman Bet’s eyes.
"Great! Just great! You can even establish your own establishment!" Philip Bet’s eyes widened with anger, his brows furrowed, even the corners of his mouth drooped, his face darkened considerably with rage.
"What is father referring to?"
This was the first sentence Norman Bet said since he remained silent, yet it inexplicably intensified Philip Bet’s anger.
"I told you not to interfere with the Lyle Corporation’s affairs! Yet you secretly invested in Lyle Corporation behind my back, do you know that! I’m trying to expand..."
Philip Bet’s words were interrupted by Norman Bet: "Father is mistaken, I did not invest in Lyle Corporation behind your back, I act openly and never engage in shady activities."
This statement stunned Philip Bet, then he realized the underlying sarcasm and indirect criticism, nearly fainting on the spot from the surge of anger.
"You rebellious son! How did I end up with a son like you?"
Knock, knock, knock!
Zane Bet, who was eavesdropping outside the door, quickly knocked on it, fearing something major might happen during the New Year that could upset the elderly grandparents, which would be a big problem.
"Come in!"
Philip Bet also suppressed his anger, but his face looked worse than having swallowed a fly.
The door opened, revealing a bright smiling face, "Dad, bro, what are you doing here? I’ve been looking all over for you."
"I’m discussing something with your brother." Philip Bet replied perfunctorily.
Compared to Norman Bet, his uncontroble eldest son, he valued this younger son more, at least he wasn’t capable of opposing him.
Thinking of this, Philip Bet couldn’t help but sigh to himself, if it weren’t for that incident, he wouldn’t have ended up with only these two sons.
"Are you finished talking yet? It’s lively in the courtyard," Zane Bet smiled with some excitement as if he really came to say this to them.
After leaving the study, the brothers walked together, Zane Bet’s smile faded, reced with a look of helplessness.
"Bro, are you okay?"
"I’m fine."
"Oh ~" Zane Bet pursed his lips and nodded, then seemed to think of something worth delight, saying, "Bro, you didn’t know, just now in the courtyard, even Luna wasn’t fond of Mia rke."
Mia rke was their stepmother, a woman the whole Bet Family almost universally disliked.
Zane Bet would always remember that year when this woman climbed into their father’s bed and was caught by his mother, who was ying with him.
At a young age, he could see his mother’s eyes trembling,ter bing more withdrawn and finally dying by consuming arge amount of sleeping pills while wearing her wedding dress from marrying Philip Bet.
He remembered his mother’s death, how beautiful and serene she looked, with a slight smile on her face. A year after her death, Mia rke entered the Bet Family’s door, and he recognized this woman.
Zane Bet unconsciously clenched his fists, then weakly released them.
Hearing the name Mia rke from his brother, Norman Bet showed no other reaction; this woman was insignificant in the Bet Family.
Seeing his brother silently gritting his teeth, he raised his hand to gently pat his shoulder, "Get up early tomorrow to visit mom."
"Okay." Zane Bet exhaled with relief, nodding.
"Uncle... Uncle... help us light the fireworks ~"
At this moment, a group of children ran over, all kids of rtives or neighbors, but when they saw Norman Bet, they instinctively stopped as if they had hit a car, and the leading child almost fell.
After stopping, they became slightly more well-behaved, no longer shouting loudly or running around.
They were afraid of this serious and aloof uncle, always feeling they might get scolded next, even though he had never actually bullied them.
A little girl, about six years old, led them, the daughter of Norman Bet’s cousin, having the Bet surname since her father and uncle were live-in sons-inw.
She first sneaked a nce at Norman Bet, then went to tug at Zane Bet’s jacket, softly pleading, "Uncle, my mom wants you to help me light fireworks ~"
"Okay, light the fireworks," Zane Bet smiled brightly, poking the little girl’s nose.
Zane Bet left with the children to the yard.
Under the bright moonlight, Norman Bet stood alone on the empty balcony, a ck coat fluttering in the distant wind carrying snow.
His expression was chill and indifferent, deep eyes slightly lowered, watching the juniors in the courtyard.
The entire courtyard was filled withughter, sparkling sparklers, and children chasing one another.
Theughter of the little girl downstairs made him think of her smile, his thin lips involuntarily curling into a slight smile. The sound of footsteps behind him promptly restored his usualposure.
"Bro~e down and y, what are you doing here?" Zane Bet held two burning sparklers, the white light illuminating his sunny face.
"Bro, here you go."
"Childish."
Norman Bet ungraciously left Zane Bet with two words ofment before crossing past him.
"Hey!? So it’s childish? Let me tell you, that stubborn kid... sister-inw also likes this, are we not going to listen to you talk about her?" Zane Bet chased after him with the half-burned sparklers.
Luna secretly followed Zane Bet away and then came up behind them, initially dazed when seeing Norman Beting toward her, then shyly said, putting her hands behind her back, "Uncle, my mom says you’re lonely and pitiful all by yourself, and she wants me to y with you."
...
On the second day of the Lunar New Year.
Elliana Lyle voluntarily asked Grandma Hue for permission to leave, and Grandma Hue knew about Hum Me’s little schemes; one was a daughter, the other a long-unseen granddaughter, so she could only reprimand Hum Me mildly.
Thinking of this, Grandma Hue couldn’t help but sigh, feeling helpless over the situation with Elliana in the Hue Family.
"Alright, I’ll have someone take you back. A girl’s family can’t keep her for long."
"Grandma, I wille to see you often." Elliana Lyle smiled obediently.
Leaving in the uncle’s car, Elliana watched as her somewhat shorter uncle personally loaded her luggage, his caring tone resembling that of a nagging father.
Elliana suddenly felt somewhat ufortable.
She remembered when she first reincarnated, her father was very concerned about her, and she also recalled her father caring deeply for her mother. In her past life, she thought her father was hypocritical, but in this life, she believed she must have been mistaken in her previous life.
Turns out, she really was mistaken.
Maybe in her past life, her father’s death made her look at him through rose-colored sses.