Free Web NovelChapter 1286: Chapter 1283-1284: There’s Some Turmoil in Brocade City, and It’s Getting Difficult to Hold Down_2
Ignatius Leclair shared his location, and Leah could see that the car had already stopped at the entrance of the Shaw Mansion.
"Grandmother, we’re here. You’ll see him very soon," Leah said softly.
As she spoke, she spotted the familiar figure of a man appearing in the courtyard; from afar, she could only see his tall figure.
The old lady rushed forward, embracing her grandson while tears streamed down her face, repeatedly saying, "It’s good that you’re alright. It’s good that you’re alright."
Richard Shaw lowered his eyes and hugged the old lady’s frail body, comforting her in a deep voice, "I’m fine, Grandmother."
After speaking, the man raised his eyes to look at Leah, his tea-colored eyes fixed steadily on her.
Leah stood under the porch, the northern cold wind already raging. She wanted to smile, tugged at the corners of her mouth but ultimately remained still.
Richard Shaw was visibly thinner, his handsome face appearing even more stern, like a black rock glistening with stable, reserved luster, showing no trace of decay or fright from the half-month isolation investigation. He had witnessed too many methods in the Military District; ordinary investigations couldn’t hurt or overshadow his mind.
Leah felt at ease as she saw Richard Shaw assisting the old lady over, the man extended his hand and tightly held hers, saying in a deep voice, "Leah, thank you for taking care of my grandmother these past two weeks."
The man’s palm still bore old calluses, scorching hot and tight, squeezing her hand painfully.
She raised her eyes and said softly, "Hmm."
No formality was needed; he was supposed to thank her. Upon hearing this, the man’s cold and firm face revealed the first smile in the past two weeks, the shadows in his brows and eyes completely dissipated, his gaze pure like glass, sparkling. No one knew his hardest moment in the past two weeks wasn’t during the investigation but on the way home after everything settled, even though Ignatius mentioned Leah was at the Shaw Family, he still asked repeatedly on the way.
He had done everything he could, not knowing what kind of situation he would face upon returning, yet seeing her standing quietly under the porch, wearing the most ordinary beige sweater, her face white like jade, calmly responding to his thanks.
Richard Shaw’s anxiously unsettled heart suddenly calmed down; what did losing power and wealth matter, she was waiting for him at the Shaw Mansion. He still had her.
For the rest of his life, he only wanted to live for her, to take care of her, to cherish her, pampering Leah into her carefree eighteen-year-old self, this was what he owed her over the years.
"The weather is cold outside, let’s talk inside, old Shaw, you’re home, why are you standing around?" Ignatius Leclair walked over from behind, his handsome, stern face revealing a rare hint of smile and relaxation.
Everyone had been tense over the past two weeks, Ignatius Leclair had also stayed busy in the Imperial City.
"Yes, let’s go in, I’ve asked Mrs. Zhao to cook noodles, and burned mugwort to leave the bad luck outside, Richard, you’re home now," the old lady stood at the door, trembling as she called out.
"Okay, Grandmother," Richard Shaw responded in a deep voice.
Everyone went inside the living room, leaving the early winter chill outside.
With Richard Shaw’s return, the people from the collateral branch wanted to come over, but they were stopped by Leah. At the Shaw Family, only Ignatius Leclair and Delphine were present.
Everyone was chatting in the living room, while Leah stepped out. Cornelius Turner was waiting in a car outside, and upon seeing Leah come out, he quickly got out of the car and said softly, "Miss, Mr. Shaw has returned, but the boss hasn’t yet."
"Don’t panic, Richard Shaw’s return means the pressure on them was indeed too much, they cleared the Cox Family’s name from embezzlement, so they won’t touch my brother," Leah didn’t feel entirely assured either, but after surviving the calamity, sensitive times like these offered little help from the Shaw Family.
"The boss left several plans before he departed, saying he himself would be okay, but we don’t know when he’ll be released. The Coldwell Mansion can’t be suppressed anymore since the boss hasn’t shown up in Brocade City," Cornelius Turner said. freёweɓnovel.com
"Since when?" Leah furrowed her brow, Griffith Squire specifically instructed her to take good care of Aurora Coldwell before leaving. frёewebnoѵēl.com
"Since the boss went in, the local nobility in Brocade City started showing signs of restlessness. I observed Miss being worried about the Imperial City things every day, so I didn’t mention it," Cornelius Turner said coolly, "Don’t know who’s spreading rumors that the boss’s chances are slim, leading the Seymour Family and other noble families to form a Brocade Chamber of Commerce. Ian Coldwell is seriously ill, and Zoe Kingston is making most of the decisions for the Coldwell Family; Miss Coldwell has been staying at the Coldwell Mansion, we’ve stationed people day and night, temporarily ensuring safety. I’m worried Ian Coldwell’s condition might not improve, then Miss Coldwell could be in danger."
Cornelius Turner essentially stated, if Ian Coldwell doesn’t die, he’ll be killed by Zoe Kingston and those nobles. This Brocade Chamber of Commerce is evidently against Griffith Squire, and if the Coldwell power falls into Zoe Kingston’s hands, Brocade City would be unified in opposition, given Zoe Kingston’s character, she might attack Aurora Coldwell.
"Brother Turner, make a trip to Brocade City, bring Aurora Coldwell over here, be careful not to leak any information, the Imperial City has me here, don’t worry," Leah felt alert, Aurora Coldwell held shares in the Coldwell Clan, her biggest support was caught in trouble, life and death unknown, if she were Aurora Coldwell’s stepmother, she’d definitely seize this chance, how hadn’t she thought of it before.
"Hurry, go today, lest delay brings change," Leah urged, especially since Richard Shaw was out and subjected to a power struggle, implying a conclusion, yet Griffith Squire remained detained, undoubtedly reassuring those in Brocade City to act boldly.
"Okay, I’ll head over right away," Cornelius Turner nodded gravely, quickly driving to the airport.
