Why it never ends

Chapter 940 Disappointment

Eucalyptus almost immediately noticed the uncomfortable look. She looked up in confusion and met Trion's burning gaze.

Trion has put on a smiling face.

Suddenly, Chloe, who was curled up in the corner, stood up. She ran in the hall without thinking, bumping into several people, and quickly disappeared at the door. The guests in the whole hall were confused. Trion also realized that something was wrong. He quickly stood up and looked at the girls who had been around Chloe before: "What's going on?"

"Kovich is here," Xina said calmly, "He's outside now."

Everyone at the long table had different expressions. Old Irene looked at Trion with a playful look.

"That's outrageous." Trion frowned. Seeing several people following him out to watch the fun, he lowered his voice and looked at Fatima, "I'm going to go out for a while. You stay here and watch."

Trion chased after him at a rapid pace. Behind him, Fatima raised the wine glass and silver spoon and tapped them gently.

"Everyone," Fatima stood up, "let's play a game."

As the crowd gathered toward Fatima, Hesta quietly retreated.

……

Trion ran out of the garden a little out of breath. The grass was very wet after the rain, soaking his shoes. He saw Chloe trying to grab Kveshik's arms, but Kveshik brushed her off or shook her off every time.

"Chloe!" Trion was immediately furious. "What are you doing!"

Chloe shuddered at her father's roar.

"Go back," she heard Kovicik say softly, "I came here today to see your father. I have already said what I need to say..."

"I don't believe it. I don't believe you mean it, Cody—"

"But I never thought about getting engaged to you," Kovicik said again, "If I did anything that caused you to misunderstand me in the past, it was all my fault. You were still young, Chloe. I always thought that as an older friend, I should take care of you more..."

"Chloe!" Trion, angry and embarrassed, gave up the stone path and walked directly on the wet grass. Some sunken mud almost sprained his ankle several times, but he didn't care. "Come back! Do you hear me?"

"…This is the worst birthday ever, this is the worst birthday ever!"

Chloe choked and took a few steps back. She glanced at her approaching father and quickly ran away in the other direction.

Several servants following Trion immediately chased after him. Trion slowed down and walked slowly to the side of Kovicik. He did not speak, but just stared at the young man in front of him. There was both shock, anger and blame in his eyes.

"Let's go to a place where we can talk more conveniently." Kovicik habitually dusted off the non-existent dust on his body. "I need to explain to you about Chloe."

……

The 19-year-old Kovicik followed Trion through half of the garden, feeling somewhat unlucky. He had liked Trion's manor very much, but he had no time to appreciate it tonight. The reason why he had half-heartedly accepted Chloe's advances was simply because he saw that Trion was trying to make friends with her, and he needed a financially strong supporter.

Half a year ago, he began to repeatedly hint to Chloe that he would not get engaged to her, but he did not expect that Chloe's reaction would be so intense today.

A real lady from an aristocratic family would not be like this, Kovicik thought. A real lady from an aristocratic family would always know when to advance and when to retreat. When he did not intend to go any further, he only needed to leave a hint and she would understand. They could even get along peacefully afterwards and entrust each other with small matters.

Ultimately, it was because Trion was a nouveau riche that he raised such a violent daughter.

In his early years, when Kovicik was still living on the streets of Emmanlia, he firmly believed that a person's background could not and should not determine where he would eventually end up. At that time, it seemed a bit cruel for someone like him to have lofty ambitions, but he still tried his best to persuade himself to swim upstream.

However, since he was confirmed as the only bloodline of General Schiller, his thoughts have changed. He began to feel that his previous ideas were too naive: in fact, bloodline and origin do have their uses. Isn't a stable society made up of a solid framework? If everyone strives to rise to the top, who will be the base of the high tower? He began to realize that his past restless thoughts were annoying, but he was too low-level to realize it before.

He felt that this was the difference between him and people like Tryon. Throughout his life, Tryon and his children would never be able to become a true aristocrat. Although Tryon had pretended to be a real aristocrat - he always placed some old furniture in the house and avoided buying new and expensive things; he knew to avoid talking about money directly with people on important occasions; he chose to place those expensive ornaments casually, and hung the souvenirs and niche paintings bought by his family during their travels in more conspicuous places...

  But people like Trion don't understand that this is just a poor imitation. The real meaning of showing one's upper-class qualities at the moment is precisely to deny the distinction between nobles and commoners. Those who shout that everyone is equal every day are precisely the real upper class in this society. How can people like Trion understand this fascinating philosophy full of conflicts and contradictions?

The two came to an empty room.

Trion didn't even bother to take off his coat, he just walked to the middle of the room and turned around: "Okay! Talk! I'm listening!"

"There were some misunderstandings between your daughter and I. I'm really sorry for causing her some trouble today," Kovicik said.

"Misunderstanding!" Trion raised his finger, "You said it was all a misunderstanding!?"

"I'm sorry for what happened today," Kovicik said calmly. "There are many reasons for this, but in the end Chloe got hurt, which is something I didn't want to see. I hope you can forgive me."

"...Don't say these useless things," Trion turned around, "Kovicik, I'm so disappointed in you, I'm really so disappointed..."

"There is one more small matter. I originally wanted to tell you after I had completed it, but now I have encountered some things that can only be handled by you, so I have to tell you first..."

"You say!" Trion looked at him angrily. He didn't believe that in this situation, Kovicik still had the nerve to ask him for help.

"I talked to His Majesty a few days ago about your promotion to the Lord. His Majesty asked if you had joined the House of Lords. I don't think you had, was that right?"

Trion was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting Kovicik to suddenly talk to him about this.

"...Yes, what's wrong?"

"You know, His Majesty has been paying attention to your situation for a long time, but if I mention your title directly, it will easily lead to criticism--"

"What criticism?" Trion was irritated again. "I knew that the more high-class things in this world are, the more low-class they are! You, the marrow-sucking parasites, made up a set of virtues to brag about yourselves and deceived us, the latecomers, into believing them, but you don't take them seriously at all! In the end, we act according to the rules, but you do some filthy and despicable things all day long!"