As Rufus unleashed his sudden burst of anger, Reuben felt a surge of fear, his face drained of color. In his experience, the prince seldom displayed joy, making his furious outburst all the more unexpected.
After all, Russo had only been involved with an ordinary woman. Surely, it didn’t warrant such fury?
“Your Highness, it’s my fault for not disciplining him properly. If my son has erred, I’m prepared to shoulder all the blame!” Reuben knelt on the floor, presenting an image of righteousness.
“Can you handle that responsibility?” Rufus, abruptly seizing a handful of letters, delivered them with a swift slap to Reuben’s face.
The force sent Reuben sprawling. His face was aflame. “What’s all this about? “Perplexed, Reuben gathered the scattered letters and began to examine them.
The deeper he delved, the more his panic intensified. His entire body shook like a sieve, with cold sweat forming.
“No way! This can’t be … It’s impossible!” Reuben shook his head repeatedly, utterly unwilling to believe what was unfolding.
The letters laid bare the transgressions of the Vern family, encompassing not just his son Russo but also numerous influential members, even detailing Reuben’s misdeeds.
From embezzlement to murder, every crime was explicitly listed. Many of these deeds he had long forgotten, only to find them now on Rufus’s desk.
What was happening? Why had Rufus resorted to agents to investigate the Vern family? Had he made any mistakes?
“Reuben, do you understand now? Do you have anything left to say?” Rufus demanded sternly.
“Your Highness, spare me! Spare me, Your Highness!” Wide awake to reality, Reuben knelt on the floor, frantically begging for mercy.
His head banged against the floor with each word, even if it meant bleeding and no respite.
Finally grasping why Rufus was so furious, the Vern family’s myriad crimes could lead to their complete annihilation now that it was exposed.
“Spare you?” Rufus scoffed. “When the Vern family was committing those murders and arsons, did you think of sparing the lives of innocents?”
“Your Highness, I acknowledge my mistake! I promise to reform. Please, considering my many years of dedicated service and hard work, show mercy!” Reuben, still bowing, begged desperately, intertwining apologies with emotional appeals.
He knew today marked a catastrophe for him. He didn’t hope for complete safety. He just wanted to preserve his life.
“Your Highness, Mr. Linden is here!” A guard abruptly entered, bowing to report.
“Bring him in!” Rufus ordered coldly.
“Understood!” The guard acknowledged and swiftly departed.
After a while, the slightly hunched Ambrose entered with a submissive demeanor.
