Chapter 20 Karma


    Yuri, long past the point of hiding her own tears, held Tracy close.


    “That Baron is trash, and yet you swallowed up his lies just like that! He’ll give you the whole world?


    What horseshit!”


    Sherry, on the other hand, showed no sign of softness. Her merciless tongueshing continued. “We’re


    being exiled from the n, which means we’re even losing our home now. That man knows that he


    won’t be able to scrounge up anything else by staying in this household, so just like five years ago, he’s


    leaving you right when things get the most difficult. This time, he’s nevering back.”


    The thorny words embedded themselves deep into Tracy’s chest, where they burrowed deeper, took


    root.


    “If we really end up banished, we’ll be left with nothing. Tracy, please, listen to your Mom. Go and beg


    your Granddad for a chance, just one chance to keep us in the family. Promise him anything he wants.


    Go now, go!” Sherry urged even as she sobbed.


    Thoroughly heartbroken, nk despair etched across her face, Tracy looked at Sherry and agreed, “All


    right. I’ll go. I’ll go and beg him to let you off, even if it costs me my life.”


    With that, she ran headlong into the pouring rain.


    “Sis!” Yuri yelled, chasing after her.


    Before she could step out, Sherry pulled her back by the arm. “This mess was hers to begin with. We’ll


    only get off the hook if we send her to Henry.”


    “Get the fuck off me!”


    Yuri wrested free of Sherry’s grip. She had never once spoken to her mother like this before.


    But by the time she sprinted out, Tracy had gone.


    The Perry family garden.


    In front of the gates of Henry’s domicile, a slender, feminine figure knelt in ce. The rain had long


    since drenched her. The frigid wind howled. But everything her body was enduring wasn’t within a


    millionth of the pain wracking her heart.


    “Granddad, I’m begging you. Give me a chance. So long as you keep us in the n, I’ll do anything you


    say.”


    As Tracy sobbed, the raindrops running down her face mingled with her tears.


    She had knelt in the wind and rain for such a long time that her frail body was swaying on the spot. If it


    was not for her intense willpower, she would have copsed long ago.


    Despite living but one door away from her, there was no pity to be found in Henry''s face. He refused


    even to acknowledge her presence.


    Next to Henry’s mansion was Phillip’s house. Surrounded by direct n members, they looked upon


    the scene with eyes devoid of sympathy.


    “What a stubborn woman. She’s been kneeling here all this time begging for Mr. Perry’s forgiveness.”


    “That’s not stubbornness, that’s desperation. Without the Perry n, she’s nothing.”


    “Looks like Mr. Perry’s doing it for real this time – banishing her household from the n.”


    …...


    At that moment, the door to Henry’s room opened, and out walked a butler clutching a document.


    Tracy stared up at the butler’s figure as he began to read from the document - “This is the seventh


    formalmand of the head of the Perry n. After discussion with all Perrypany branches and


    departments, the result is unanimous - The Tracy household is banished, all its members are to be


    struck from the family tree, and the Perry mansion is to be returned to the n! The head of the n


    has spoken!”


    sh!


    Several lightning bolts drew jagged gashes across the sky, slitting open its belly and bringing with it a


    fresh peal of rain.


    Herst wisp of hope extinguished, Tracy’s body shuddered and finally sank to the ground, numb.


    A flickering shadow once again appeared by her side.


    “Formalmand?


    “Granddad really invoked his full authority just to exile my household from the n?


    “What on earth did I do? What did I do to have you all treat me like this? Why?”


    After a brief lull, Tracy’s sobs took on a hysterical note.


    Baron, who had appeared next to her, exuded sheer killing intent from his every pore. This was the first


    time since leaving the P Inds that he’d felt such powerful bloodlust.


    “Mr. Owen, I’m going to purge this family!” Charles materialized behind Baron as well. Enraged, he took


    a single step towards the home of Mr. Perry.


    “Hold it!”


    Baron thundered, rainwater dripping from his forelocks to his forehead, past the bloodthirsty dots of his


    pupils, no longer distinguishable from tears.


    “I want to watch the ones forsaking her today beg for her return tomorrow.” Baron’s voice grew colder


    than a cier.


    Tracy was sprawled out, her limbs unresponsive, weak from her torment. Gently, Baron hoisted her up


    and disappeared into the squall.


    Just as he left, a ck Audi A6 rolled to a halt in the Perry courtyard. Two middle-aged men with Brone


    “Mr. Perry, bad news – it’s the Brone Group. Onewyer, along with a Minister of Law and Justice,”


    someone hastily reported to Henry.


    Panicking, Henry gathered himself and rose. “Show them in!”


    Those words had barely faded from the air when the pair entered.


    “Hello!”


    Henry made his way forward, actively reaching out to shake their hands.


    The gesture was not returned. The Minister gestured with his eyes, and his apanyingwyer


    produced a letter, handing it off to Henry.


    “This is an attorney’s letter from the Bronepany. Mr. Perry, I suggest you pay your reparations as


    stated in the contract as soon as possible. Otherwise – we’ll see you in court,” the Minister eximed


    coldly.


    As the rest of the Perry n arrived, all who overheard the conversation wore a face of worry.


    “Minister William Carter, we hadn’t even begun our coboration yet when we signed that contract, so


    how could we have vited its terms?” Phillip asked boldly.


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    “Shut up!” Henry snapped. Even if the Perry n hadn’t vited the contract, if the Brone Group said


    they did, so it was.


    William wasn’t about to let Phillip off that easily, however, and sneered, “So you think the Brone Group


    has it in for you, then?”


    Resentful, Phillip said through gritted teeth, “Don’t you?”


    Henry pped him backhand across the mouth as he bellowed, “I told you to shut up!”


    Right after his outburst, Henry hastily turned back to William. “My grandson is an ignorant fool. No need


    to descend to his level, Minister.”


    “Oh, never mind. I might as well rify things here and save you some time spreading meaningless


    rumors.”


    William released a frosty chuckle, took a copy of the contract from thewyer, flipped to a specific page


    and passed it to Henry. “Mr. Perry, would you please read thest item of thest additional use of


    this page? Just so you and your n are perfectly crystal clear on exactly which term of the contract


    you’ve broken.”


    Despite Henry’s eptance that they would have to shoulder responsibility one way or another, he


    himself harbored no small amount of lingering discontent. Hurriedly, he took the contract in his hands,


    found the item in question, and read it aloud - “It is agreed that, within the period of coboration, Party


    B must designate Tracy Perry as the sole representative of said coboration.”


    Upon hearing the terms, everyone in the Perry n froze, dumbfounded.


    As for Henry himself, he slumped down into his sofa, strength draining from his body.


    “Oh, right, Mr. Camel also asked me to tell you this, Mr. Perry – you reap what you sow,” William said


    coldly.