<h4>Chapter 124: Chapter ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FOUR: Big Brother</h4>


    Kendrick’s POV


    I stared at Zain for a few minutes and when he noticed me, he seemed shocked before quickly adjusting his expression.


    "Big brother, what are you doing here?" he asked with an excited smile.


    Big brother?


    I frowned but didn’t say anything and his expression turned awkward.


    "Hello Mr ck, I would never have guessed that you and Zain are brothers" A high pitched voice came from the table.


    A girl of about Christy’s age, got up and rushed towards us with a smile.


    "Hi, my name is Emily. I am very sorry about what happened to your Assistant. If only he didn’t protect that witch, he...."


    "Emily!" her mother immediately stopped her from saying anything further, as my expression wasn’t very friendly.


    "I didn’t mean to make you upset, I just feel that you deserve better. Christy is such a trouble ma and.. "


    "And when you say better, you mean yourself?" Mason asked her with a mocking smile.


    "Why can’t you Lancasters mind your own business...."


    "Emily!" the old patriarch couldn’t take it anymore and finally yelled at her.


    "Control her!" hemanded his daughter before walking forward with the aid of his walking stick.


    "I am honored that you took out time to visit me, Kendrick" he said when he got close enough.


    "I will prefer Mr ck, we aren’t close enough for you to be addressing me with my first name" I said calmly and his expression changed subtly.


    But he quickly masked it and put on a smile.


    "Your grandfather always said you are quite the character" he said with a littleugh but I just stayed calm as I didn’t find anything funny.


    "You must have been close to my grandfather. I hope you don’t have simr hobbies as it wouldn’t be a good thing for you to end up like him" I replied him calmly and he immediately frowned.


    "Why don’t you men, go to the study" Madam Michaelson said to ease the tensed atmosphere.


    "This way, please" the old man said and walked ahead.


    I turned to follow him, then paused to look back at Zain, who was still staring at me.


    "Wait for me" I said to him and his eyes immediately lit up.


    I didn’t wait for his response and continued walking to wherever the old man was taking us.


    We entered an old study, it was furnished with wooden tiles, a huge mahogany table stood at the center with three leather chairs beside it, and four huge bookshelves were ced in the four corners of the room.


    "Sit down" the old man said coldly.


    He had already dropped the act of a caring old man and his eyes stared at us with a creepy and evil glint.


    "Your grandfather is a good man, he always did what was best for the ck family. We grew up together and we didn’t have it easy.


    But after everything that he did for you, you sent him to jail in his old age. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?" he said with a reprimanding voice.


    I chuckled softly as I stared at his righteous expression. Only a twisted and evil person would see my grandfather as a good person.


    "I never expected anything else toe from your mouth" Mason said and the old man red at him coldly.


    "Do you think that everyone is like your grandfather? He is weak and pathetic, so he hides under the act of having integrity and honesty" he said angrily.


    "And this act has made him better and achieved things that you could only dream of in your whole life" Mason didn’t back down either.


    "Watch your tone boy! You are on my turf" the old man flew into a fit of rage.


    "Is this how you treat your guests?" I asked him with a frown and he sat back down.


    "This is how I treat uninvited guests" he mumbled and pulled a drawer open.


    A few secondster, he threw a file towards me and I caught it with a frown.


    He didn’t say anything and just stared at me, so I opened the file to have a look at what it contained, the more I read the angrier I felt. When I was done, I handed it to Mason to read as well.


    "So, he is forcing me to agree to his terms?" I asked coldly.


    "He just wants to ensure that someone carries on his legacy, and the best person to do it, is his own biological son, Curtis," the old man said with a righteous tone.


    "Did you also kill your wife like he did?" Mason suddenly asked and the old man’s eyes immediately darkened.


    "You better watch your words!" he growled angrily.


    "Sorry, I can’t just help but remember what my grandfather said about you being madly obsessed with my grandmother and how you killed her after killing your own wife," Mason replied calmly.


    This was news to me but I was definitely enjoying how the old man’s face alternated between red and white.


    "She was supposed to marry me but your useless grandfather got in the way and stole her from me!" he staggered up without his walking stick.


    "She chose the best man but you couldn’t ept it" Mason said calmly, a huge contrast to the old man’s current state.


    "She was mine... That bastard deceived her! And..."


    "You ended up with yourte wife, whom you married to bear you a son but when she gave birth to a daughter instead, she mysteriously died a weekter.


    The reports showed that she died from severe depression. I don’t have to think much to guess what made her so depressed" Mason interrupted him coldly.


    "She was nothing like your grandmother, she was a weakling, always crying and throwing tantrums but couldn’t give me the only thing that I wanted... A son!" The old man yelled angrily, he didn’t even try to hide his disgust for histe wife.


    "So that’s why you decided to go after my grandmother again, but when she rejected you repeatedly, you decided to kill my grandfather, but you never predicted that she loved him to the extent ofying down her life for him" Mason smiled and the old man’s face turned pale.


    His hands trembled slightly and regret was written all over his face but a few secondster, it all turned to intense hatred and anger.


    He red at Mason before turning to look at me.


    "Your grandfather is waiting for your response, give me a call when you make your decision" he said to me with a dismissive tone.


    "There might not be evidence of your crimes now, but I promise you that I will definitely send you to join your good friend in jail!" Mason said with a smile before walking out of the study.


    "Remember your grandfather’s teachings, power is everything" the old man said to me but I didn’t respond as I walked out as well.


    "Are you leaving already?" his annoying granddaughter asked in her headache-inducing high pitched voice.


    I looked around the sitting room but couldn’t find Zain, so I guessed he already left so I immediately walked out of the vi.


    When I looked in the direction of my car, I saw a frail figure squatting by it. He looked up when he heard our footsteps.


    "Big brother" he called with a smile and my heart felt lighter.


    I guess it wasn’t such a bad thing to have a younger sibling.