Chapter 714 Puppet
Crayson answered honestly. Veronica had no clue what ‘specific reason’ Crayson was talking about, but since no one could come into the hidden clan for as long as three months, it meant that he would have either returned to the hidden clan or at Castron every time he left home in the past.
From the looks of things, no doubt he had also raised an army of his own in Castron. “When will this come to an end?” She just wanted an answer, not liking waiting ceaselessly.
“A few months maybe, at most, one year,” Crayson answered extremely perfunctorily. Veronica, on the other hand, asked no more. She might not be able to control everything, but she could find a way to leave the hidden clan as soon as possible.
Her departure entailed Matthew’s future, and if she remained here, all of Matthew’s businesses would eventually become Conrad’s by the time they returned to the hidden clan.
“I’ve already thought it over. Once the inside of the hidden clan is stabilized, I’ll send someone to bring the children over. It’s better for them to be with you.” Crayson sighed before continuing. “Your adoptive parents will come over too.”
Despite making the arrangements with Veronica’s best interest at heart, the young woman eventually laughed after hearing Crayson’s words. “And then?” she asked. “And then?”
Mateo and Destiny, on the other hand, could clearly tell Veronica wasn’t in the brightest mood. At that, they exchanged a glance and took a gander at Veronica before diverting their gaze back to their food, eating silently.
Crayson, too, naturally caught Veronica’s grim face and displeasure. “That’s it,” he answered. “That’s it? Huh!” She sipped a glass of milk before slamming it back down on the table, seemingly venting out all her displeasure.
At that, she looked up icily. “Have you asked for my opinion?! From the moment you disclose my identity, have you ever asked what I think?! Do you know what I look like?!” Veronica questioned gravely, rendering Crayson stumped while looking at her with a deep frown.
His muddled eyes were filled with fathomless emotions as slivers of pain flashed across them. Having watched the young woman grow up, he naturally didn’t want to see her upset when he regarded her as his own. But alas, he didn’t have a choice either.
“A puppet!” Veronica screeched. “I feel like a puppet! What do you see me as?! A heartless machine?! And that Hayley Elrod! Had she ever considered my feelings before giving birth to me?! If I were to live only to be controlled my whole life, then I’d rather die as soon as I was born!”
Yes, if she knew her future would be this horrible, she’d rather they strangle her as soon as she was born. Either way, it was better than this. Her sudden outburst rendered the other three silent.
Veronica sneered at that. “Hidden clan? Young Lord? What does it all have to do with me?! No, I’m a puppet. What right do I have to choose my life?!”
At that, she got up and left. Meanwhile, as Crayson watched Veronica leave the living room, he turned worryingly to Mateo. “Follow and keep an eye on her.”
“Yes, Grandpa,” Mateo obliged and jogged in Veronica’s direction after wiping his lips with a paper napkin. Destiny, who had been silent all this while, said gravely, “The Young Lord isn’t someone we can control easily. I doubt the hidden clan can make her stay.”
Alas, what she said was precisely what he worried about most. However, the elder didn’t answer but only waved his hand and told her to get a bottle of liquor for him.
Destiny could tell just how upset Crayson was, so he went to hand him a bottle of the hidden clan’s medicinal liquor. “Don’t drink so much. It won’t do you good.”
