Chapter 236 Nothing much to say!
Flower Island, Osborne House.
In Enoch's study, Enoch sat alone behind the desk.
There was a chair next to his desk, on which sat another old man, who was about the same age as Enoch and also had white hair, but he was obviously stronger than Enoch and his skin was in better condition.
He was the uncle of Cyril and Frith, and Enoch's brother, Badir.
Badir holds a very important position in the Osborn family. He is the person Enoch trusts the most, and Enoch trusts his younger brother far more than he trusts his two sons.
Buddy's say in the Osborn family is second only to Enoch Osborn.
Badil remained unmarried and childless throughout his life. He dedicated his entire life to the Osborn family. He was the most loyal and dedicated person to the family.
Therefore, in this situation where both Frith and Cyril had to stand, he was the only one qualified to sit next to the master of the house.
"Well...thank you for your hard work. The Osborn family will always be the Ye family's friendliest friends...if you need any help in the future, please don't hesitate...well, that's all. Goodbye."
Enoch put down the phone and looked up at the two people standing in front of the desk, his two sons.
"The Ye family has rescued Lance." Enoch said coldly, staring straight at Freese.
His eyes were cloudy like those of an old man, but there was an incredible sharpness hidden in the cloudiness.
The aging of his body made it harder for him to handle affairs, and his thinking was also slowing down. However, his rich experience in fighting other nobles over the past few decades gave him wisdom that ordinary people could not match.
Freese looked up at his father, and when his eyes met, he quickly lowered his head.
"Father...Father, how do you plan to punish Flora next?" asked Freese.
“This time I’m just teaching her a lesson. I still have hope for Flora. If I wanted to give up on her, I wouldn’t pay such a high price. Please help the Ye family.
After this lesson, she should also understand that it is impossible to succeed in manipulating the family with such crude means.
Freese, she is your daughter, you should have a good talk with her, don't be so willful, and don't have unrealistic fantasies.
The life she has now is something that many people can never dream of in their lifetime, so let her cherish it."
"Yes, I'll tell her." Freese sighed helplessly. As a father... he did nothing in the end.
Enoch nodded, as if he remembered something, and continued, "Tell him again that I can understand her feelings for Milo, but reality is cruel. The family will not interrupt Milo's treatment because of this incident. They will still help him as much as possible within the limits, but she must also face reality."
Freese nodded slightly. He knew that the old man meant for Flora to stop having unrealistic delusions.
Enoch nodded gently and sighed, "It's easy to get sleepy when you get old. I'm going to sleep."
"Cyril, you negotiated the business very well this time. Keep up the good work." He also praised his younger son.
Enoch stood up with the help of his crutches, pushed away Freese's hand, and walked out of the study slowly by himself.
Badir, who had been sitting in silence, also stood up, walked to Freese, and patted him on the shoulder: "Freese, you have done your best, and you can't do better . Show some manliness... I hope to see you back then."
Freese glanced at Badir and smiled bitterly.
Badir sighed and walked out the door.
Cyril also patted Frith on the back and left.
Freese was alone. He stood there for a while to adjust himself, then took out his cell phone and called Flora.
"Hello, father?"
Flora's voice was a little hoarse, and Freese could not hear any emotion in the word "father". It was simply a name created under secular rules.
"Yes, it was me. This time your grandfather told me that the family will continue to treat Milo."
“…”
"Daughter, Daddy... Daddy wants to tell you something serious about your brother's illness."
“…”
"Flora, your grandfather and I can actually understand Milo's illness, but sometimes reality is so cruel. A terminal illness is a terminal illness. It is not something that can be overcome by personal efforts. All we can do is accept it... Do you understand?"
A very soft, almost inaudible laugh came from the other side, and Flora said sadly: "But he is your son."
Hearing this, Freese's expression was as tight as cast iron, and he clenched his hanging hands into fists... After a few seconds, his fists slowly loosened.
"I also want Milo to live healthily, but this is not something I can do just by thinking about it. The family is also working hard, and I am constantly communicating with your grandfather about this matter. If the family business can continue to develop steadily as it is now, then even if Milo's condition worsens, the family may be able to afford the medical expenses.
You have to understand that treating an illness does not rely on the emotional support of family members, it requires money, and we must be realistic.
Milo's treatment is closely related to the family's financial resources. The family will help Milo, but they cannot give up everything else for Milo. You have to think from their perspective.
Help the family develop and demonstrate your own value, then the family will value you enough and pay more for your wishes."
To say these words, Freese seemed to have used up all his strength. In fact, he had always wanted to say these words to Flora.
He wanted Flora to understand that the objective living environment would not shift or change due to personal will, and that the status quo could not be changed by brute force. When people live in society, they must act according to the rules of society.
He also wanted to do his best to save his son, as no one loved his son more than he did, but he couldn't let his family spend an unrealistic amount of money to save a person who had no value at all.
"You mean for me to marry Lance?" Flora sneered.
"…The Mitchell family and the Osborn family have a complementary relationship in industry. If a solid and mutually trusting alliance can be established, it will be beneficial to both parties. The Mitchell family knows your true identity. Do you understand what I mean?"
"I understand that it's too high for me to marry their son as an illegitimate daughter. But why didn't the family send Milo over? I never asked them to provide extra money."
"I just want them to send Milo over here! So that I can take care of him myself! Is there anything wrong with that?"
"It does no harm to the Osborns! Why, why won't you let Milo come to me!"
Flora's voice gradually grew louder, almost a roar at the end. Freese felt cold all over as he heard it. He completely felt Flora's emotional collapse at the moment.
Then she paused and said in an extremely cold voice: "I understand, the problem is not with me, but with you! You don't trust me at all, you see me as a threat, and you use Milo as a collar to tie me up!... In the eyes of the family, we are not human beings, but props."
"Father, you should also understand this... I know you understand... I also know that they will hear what I said just now."
"They knew where I was hiding, and the content of the call was no exception. I could sense how cautious you were when you spoke to me. But why didn't the family trust me as a chess piece a little more? Why didn't they give me a little time?
Is it because your wife is afraid of my strength? Is it because of that insignificant title of Valkyrie? That's why she is so eager to make me marry Lance?
No one in the family recognizes me, and Mary is actually afraid that I will seize power. You are nobles, but you are so cowardly... This! It's ridiculous!"
"Enough!" Freese gritted his teeth, his face pale.
Flora was right, their conversations would be recorded and could be played back later, and if his father heard them, the consequences would be disastrous.
"Not enough! Since the family looks down on us so much, send my mother and brother to Dongyang Island! And stop all financial support to us! I will support them with my own strength!
As long as I live, I will ensure that Milo receives the best possible treatment!
I no longer need to rely on my family!"
Freese looked very unhappy. He took a deep breath and paced back and forth in the study anxiously, sweating profusely.
He had to find a way to make the conversation sound like an argument, so that the listeners would think that neither of them was serious.
Freese crafted his words carefully so that the conversation would sound less bad by the end, and then he decided on his words.
"Flora! Do you know why the family is unwilling to send Milo over? Because you act recklessly! Without thinking! When you participated in the supernatural league, did you think about the family? Have you thought about the consequences of losing the game?
You are participating in the competition as a member of the Osborn family. If you lose! What will the other nobles think of us? They will think we are sending you to die! The Osborn family will be ridiculed!
There is no benefit to us if you win, we will gain some fame, but we will have to spend more energy to help you make up lies and clean up the mess! Do you know how troublesome that is?
It is because of your thoughtless behavior that you have made yourself like a time bomb, making the family unable to trust you at all!"
"…There's nothing much to say. I don't ask for much. Just send Milo over here! As long as you send Milo over so I can take care of him, I will marry Lance and obey my family in everything from now on. Otherwise, I will never marry Lance! Not even if I die!"
"Flora, I'm your father! Can't you trust me a little? I will take good care of Milo!"
"Don't even think about it! Milo...even if he dies, he wants to die beside me!"
“Beep—beep—beep—”
Flora hung up the phone unilaterally.
This kind of thing has never happened before.
