Free Web NovelChapter 1218: Chapter 1218: Ryan Seys Cries for Help!
"Don’t try to fool us! If this little brat doesn’t die, we’re not getting the rest of our money! Since you insist on getting involved, we’ll just have to kill you and the brat together!"
The six of them, clutching sticks they’d picked up from the alley, closed in on Nicole and Ryan Seys.
"Then there’s nothing left to say!" Nicole’s eyes hardened as she stepped in front of Ryan and started fighting the six men.
One hand was injured and useless, and she still had to shield Ryan. Already exhausted, Nicole’s body was unsteady; she could only grit her teeth and force herself to hold out against the six of them.
"Ryan, run! Go where there are the most people! Your dad will come for you!"
Nicole dragged the six men back, her strength completely spent. She had only one thought left—to see Ryan get out of their line of sight.
Ryan was very obedient. The moment he heard Nicole’s words, he bolted.
Nicole watched Ryan run off. Just as she exhaled in relief, a man’s stick came crashing down on her back. The pain was like her bones exploding, and she couldn’t straighten up.
"Aunt!" Ryan, who’d run off into the distance, looked back and saw this scene. His eyes turned a deep red as he shouted toward Nicole, his voice hoarse.
Nicole clutched her waist, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth. Her gaze locked onto Ryan in the distance as she snapped, "You’re a man of the Seys Family—what are you crying for? Run!"
Ryan clenched his teeth, turned around, swiped away the tears on his face, and ran.
When he was grabbed by the bad guys, he hadn’t cried or made a scene. When they said they were going to kill him, even at the height of his fear he’d only let his eyes turn red, stubbornly holding back his tears. But seeing his aunt get hurt because she was protecting him, Ryan could no longer hold back the tears that fell.
Many years later, when Ryan stood at the very peak, he would still often recall this scene. He never once forgot the grace of his aunt using her life to protect his.
It was also from that moment that Ryan understood a truth: the higher your family stands, the more danger it faces. There are always people who want to push your whole family into the abyss and take your place.
The tallest trees catch the fiercest wind; it’s never changed since ancient times.
And from here on, Ryan knew that if he wanted the family to prosper without decline, if he wanted to protect the loved ones he cherished, what he had to do was stand at the very top, become a towering tree himself—only then could he shield them for a lifetime.
For this, a single conviction took root in Ryan’s heart and never wavered: men of the Seys Family bleed but do not cry! Men of the Seys Family must shoulder the weight of the entire Seys Family. Because the Seys bloodline was thin, and he was the only boy. Only when he grew strong could he protect his mother and sister, and the aunt who had risked her life for him.
This is why, many years later, when Ryan surpassed even his father Arlo Seys at the summit of power, he became a presence of the new era that no one could rival!
As Ryan wiped away his tears, his mind was filled with the image of his aunt covered in blood. He ran on, sobbing.
All of a sudden, he collided with something hard. Ryan’s red-rimmed eyes lifted, looking up at the man towering over him.
When he saw that cold, impassive face, Ryan’s crying stopped. He grabbed at the indifferent man’s trouser leg, not caring whether they knew each other or not, and stammered in panic, "Please save my aunt, she’s bleeding..."
Jose Floyd was following Camden’s lead, searching for Nicole. His thin lips were pressed tight, his expression cold as he lowered his gaze to the child suddenly clinging to his pants.
It was Ryan—
He’d seen Arlo Seys’s kid a few times. He might not have much of an impression of Iris Seys, but there was no way he’d mistake Ryan! The little face in front of him resembled Arlo seven parts out of ten; he was practically a mini version of Arlo!
He was certain that the boy in front of him was Ryan!
Seeing him not respond, Ryan tugged at his broad hand, while his other hand clumsily wiped at his own tears. "Come on, come with me to save my aunt... she’s bleeding... save my aunt!"
