Second marriage husband is not reserved

"It's true. He was buried when he found it. There was a box of ashes in the grave."

Although I was expressionless when I said it, when I really looked at the box of ashes, my subordinates still had a pathetic feeling of rabbit death and fox sorrow. Obviously, the big guy used to be a brother, but Connor died because of the damn woman this time.

At the thought of the woman who falsely accused Connor of betraying Cosimo, he couldn't wait to kill the woman directly.

Yes, framed.

Old Cosimo has completely found out that Connor did not betray Cosimo, but the mistress. The evidence found was false. In addition, Doyle and his brothers intervened in it, which slowed down the speed of old Cosimo's finding out the truth. They secretly sent killers to chase Connor, which led to Connor being shot.

Even now death.

Charles felt nothing but absurd for a moment.

Connor, who followed him since childhood and cleared all obstacles for him, died quietly in a false accusation.

"Can you confirm that the ashes belong to Connor?"

Charles still can't believe that Connor is really dead. Now he can only place his hope on that box of ashes, which is not Connor's at all. However, the ashes belong to calcified materials that have been burned. It's very difficult to really find a person's cells from the ashes.

"Let's... Try."

My subordinates are a little embarrassed.

After all, if you want to confirm whether it is Connor, you must take out the ashes for research.

To be honest, as a subordinate, I absolutely don't want to be treated like this after I die.

Charles pursed his lips, then rubbed his face: "forget it, whether it's Connor or not. Since he's dead, consider him dead. In the future, there will be no Connor in our Cosimo family. We will bury the ashes again and restore everything to its original state. We will always send someone to pay attention here to see if he will come to visit the tomb later."

My subordinates were so frightened that they immediately bowed their heads: "OK, young master."

Then he turned and left.

After hearing the news of Connor's death, Charles, who was originally irritable, seemed to have been drained of his spirit and spirit, and the whole person was paralyzed.

Lean against the wide seat.

"Meow..."

With a soft cat's cry, Charles came back to his senses.

He turned and saw the tall man holding the cat. The moment he saw the man's face, the corner of his mouth immediately pulled down an arc: "Dad."

"Why, unhappy?"

Old Cosimo came up to Charles and patted him gently on the top of his hair.

Old Cosimo knew this son very well, so he came back as soon as he knew about Connor's death. He had been doting on this son for so many years and had long become a habit. Therefore, he was really distressed to see Charles's dead eyebrows at the moment.

"No, I just feel that human life is really fragile."

Who would have thought Connor would say die?

"Dad, do you think it's really Connor's ashes in that grave?"

Charles held his chin and showed his loneliness. In this late night, he rarely faded his strength and showed such a fragile look.

"Honey, are you feeling sad for Connor?"

The cat in old Cosimo's arms jumped down, ran directly to Charles's knee, lazy, and curled up to sleep.

Charles's green pupils showed confusion. He honestly shook his head: "I don't know. I don't think I should be sad for him, but my heart always seems to be blocked by a big stone. It's uncomfortable. However, if I'm sad for him, I don't feel so uncomfortable. Dad, I can't figure out what I think."

Cover your face and take a deep breath.

Old Cosimo looked painfully at his favorite son.

Since childhood, this son has grown up beside him. Compared with other children, this child seems to be just his child.

The child has depended on him since childhood.

As he thought, he grew up to be his most satisfied son.

However, the son has always been used to following the wind and water. This time, it is more appropriate to say that he is self doubt or unwilling than sad.

He was unwilling, unwilling that he was so kind to linman, but linman still abandoned him.

Unwilling, unwilling to be closer than his own brother since childhood, Connor gave him a fatal blow at the last minute.

Some things don't look good when they say it. It's better to let them sink into the deepest heart, and then decay and weathering.

Charles's mood won't recover in a while.

The emerald pupils, which had always been shining, became dim. Old Cosimo didn't like such eyes because they would hurt him very much. He didn't want his son to be silent in the past and tap the table gently with his fingers.

For a long time, he said quietly, "I have revoked Doyle's position, and I have dismissed his mistress. Now he is under house arrest in Peter manor. You can take over his forces if you need them."

Doyle Cosimo?

Charles's Emerald pupils lit up.

Charles never looked at the second brother who seldom met, but he didn't expect that he would do something about Connor this time.

Thinking of this, he quickly sat up and became interested.

Looking at his son who has regained his spirit with satisfaction, old Cosimo's mouth rings up.

So, what women and brothers are not important for interests. Seeing the things leaked by Doyle's men now, don't you forget all the women and brothers?

His voice became more and more gentle, like a poppy: "I'll ask my assistant to send you the information later. Do you want to go to Peter manor to see Doyle?"

Go see Doyle?

Charles's heart beat faster in an instant.

With some doubt, he looked at old Cosimo: "isn't dad afraid of me torturing him?"

Smile rather than smile, with a shallow temptation.

"No, he will become what he is now. It only shows that he is stupid. I don't need such a stupid son."

Old Cosimo replied mercilessly.

"Then I'll see my second brother tomorrow."

Charles was excited for a moment, narrowed his eyes, and his face was as cunning as the cat in his arms. Old Cosimo trembled in his heart and smiled in a low voice.

He reached out and patted his son on the shoulder: "that's right. This is my most proud son."

Charles smiled more happily.

Doyle made a mistake and had no chance to turn over, but Charles was different. From childhood to childhood, old Cosimo's connivance to Charles had been engraved in the bone marrow.

Two days later.

Charles arrived at Peter's manor.

This manor used to be the manor where Doyle's mother lived after giving birth to Doyle.

The manor is not big, but there are exquisite everywhere. Because of Doyle's excellence, Doyle's mother has a little face in front of old Cosimo, holding several clothing companies and art related industries such as galleries.

Doyle's mother used to be the daughter of a little aristocrat. She was very artistic since childhood.

Later, because the little aristocrat sucked powder, his family property was ruined, leaving only the name of an aristocrat. The little aristocrat gave his daughter to old Cosimo in exchange for a large amount of money, but he died when he injected * * *.

The daughter gave birth to Cosimo's second son, Doyle, and has been raised at Peter's manor since then.

However, Doyle himself didn't think that his mother would hook up with a fitness coach outside.

Even when she was finally liquidated, she held the fitness coach and shouted that this was her true love. A woman with artistic cells was born to dream. Under the tenderness of the fitness coach, she had already forgotten the horror of the Cosimo family. Therefore, when the fitness coach denied, the woman was completely crazy.

Doyle was also instantly disheartened.

Charles got out of the car, looked at the depressed and dilapidated Peter manor that he hadn't seen for only a few days, and walked in.

"I'll just go in by myself. You wait outside."

"But young master, young master Doyle, if it's bad for you..."

"It doesn't matter. A kitten with its tusks pulled out has no courage and claws."

Charles clasped his lips in disapproval, with a confident smile on his face.

The voice was not deliberately lowered. He didn't care whether the people inside the door could hear it or what they would think if he said these words. Charles took off his coat, took off his gloves and handed his walking stick to his subordinates. He looked high and said indifferently: "wait for me outside."

Doyle knew from an early age that his existence was a man's charity.

He also knew that his mother did not expect the man, and even seemed dispensable to his son. She lived like a little princess every day, living in the most gorgeous house and wearing the most gorgeous clothes, but he never thought that the timid mother would be brave enough to wear a green hat for the man.

Take a man's money to raise a little white face. He is also a muscular man and a rude fitness coach.

He picked up the wine glass and sipped the wine gently. With his other hand, he added a thick and colorful red on the canvas.

Doyle actually inherited his mother's artistic talent.

Unfortunately, what he wanted was never artistic talent, but the man's admiration.

I heard the rustling conversation from the door and the opening of the door.

He didn't look back: "did you come to see my joke?"

"No."

Listening to the cold voice, Doyle sneered with sarcasm.