MTL - Twenty Seven Years-Chapter 51 Wash away the humiliation

  Chapter 51 Washing away the humiliation

   "Is it enough?! Is it enough?!" Fletcher had never been humiliated like this, or by an inferior person he looked down on from the bottom of his heart.

   What a bullying waste.

  Verak thought.

  He was very curious about why he was oppressed by this kind of person in his last life, and lost the most basic dignity of being a human being. The psychological shadow has lasted until this day and was finally broken.

   "Is it enough?" Verak let go of his arm, repeating Fletcher's words, but he was asking himself.

  He broke his face with Fletcher in spite of everything, to this point, just let him humiliate himself, is that enough? Is it worth those days and nights when life is worse than death?

   Not enough.

   "Kneel down." Verak said coldly.

   "You...what are you talking about?!" Fletcher didn't expect that Verac would push forward. "It's impossible! Even if I die, I won't be able to kneel down to you, a lowly man!"

"Really?" Veraker turned around and took out a knife from the drawer, stuck it to his face, sat down leisurely, and said slowly, "Fletcher, I have been hiding my mental illness. Today, because of working overnight, my heart I was dissatisfied with my life, my old illness relapsed, and I was stabbed in a fit of rage, which made me unable to concentrate on checking the information, and finally leaked information in front of Elizabeth, triggering a crisis for the entire Thomas family..."

   Fletcher said angrily: "Are you so sure that Mr. Carmine will believe your words?!"

"Not sure." Verak said indifferently, "But even if Mr. Carmine doesn't believe me and finds out that I did it, I'm still useful to them. They can't do anything to me for a while. And you, Once Mr. Carmine finds out that you have a mental illness, he will fire you without hesitation. I think you also know that I am the only one in the whole world who can impersonate Chris. There are too many people who can be an excellent housekeeper .”

   "Who the **** are you?!" Fletcher felt a trace of fear.

  How could this person who has been living in a slum in a small border town have such a meticulous mind? Were all his previous performances fake? Then he pretended to be timid, what did he do under their contempt?

"I can be Most Verak, or Thomas Chris." Verak admired Fletcher's expression with great interest, "Is this important to you? You only need now Kneel down, kneel until I finish writing down this information, and then leave as if nothing happened."

   "You think I'll act like nothing happened?" Fletcher asked with narrowed eyes.

  Verak knew that there was no going back after making this decision, and he never thought about going back: "Whatever you want, anyway, I won't pretend nothing happened."

  After hearing this, Fletcher was shocked and angry, and even a little bit wronged. In his opinion, he treated Verak well, except for beating him today and last time because of the theft of Carmine's files, he basically did nothing to anger Verak.

  Now that Verac has humiliated him, he says that he will not forget, which is simply too deceiving.

  Kvirak knows everything.

  Even if he could abandon the hatred of the previous life, the death of Dempsey in this life cannot make him feel relieved.

  What is kneeling? He had thought about **** Fletcher for countless nights, and kneeling was nothing compared to those.

   "Do I still need to count down to three seconds?" Verak asked.

   Fletcher's eyes were bloodshot, he stared at Veraker, and did not kneel down for a long time. He is used to being superior, kneeling down is more difficult than letting him die.

   "Three." Veraker will not soften his heart and will not let it go.

   "Verak, it's not good for any of us to do this." Fletcher decided to give in, "I can assure you that I won't insult you in the future, we are peaceful—"

   "Two." Verac interrupted Fletcher.

   This assurance came too late.

   "We can coexist peacefully! When the crisis of the Thomas family is over, you can leave with a generous reward!" Fletcher sped up his speech.

"one."

   "Plop!"

  Fletcher fell to his knees, he couldn't face Veraker, he lowered his head, trying to ignore everything around him.

   Seeing this, Verak was silent for a while, then got up and went to the bathroom to wash off the footprints on his face.

  The cool water slapped on the face, and tears fell into the pool along the cheeks. Verak pursed his lips, expressionlessly washing away the humiliation that was almost imprinted on him.

  Laizein, a place that people love and hate. It is prosperous, and no one does not yearn for it. It was complicated and cruelly shattered Veraker's cognition and reshaped his three views.

   This is a very painful process.

   Fortunately, Verak never thought about changing the world, nor did he think about whether he would be changed by the world.

  Out of the bathroom, Veraker still looked unfriendly. He looked coldly at Fletcher, who was kneeling, and sat down to read the documents.

   Fletcher's excellence is undeniable. He checked out Elizabeth's big and small things overnight, and added the news from Colin that Carmine had sent after he came back, completing the arrangement in the shortest possible time.

  If it weren't for his mental illness, Verak really had nothing to do with him.

   Fletcher has lived in the Thomas family for decades and has been thoroughly integrated here. But for Carmine, he is actually a dispensable role. As long as there is a possibility of threatening the safety of their family, he will ruthlessly abandon the old housekeeper.

  While he looked down on Veraker, he was never considered a real person by Carmine.

  This may be the saddest point of this era.

  Two hours later, Veraker had completely absorbed the information, and he looked at Fletcher again. Because of his old age, Fletcher could no longer support himself and lay on the ground: "Get up, I'll remember it."

  Fletcher stretched his arms, and arched his body tremblingly.

  Verak stepped forward to help him up: "Sit down and rest for a while."

  Fletcher moved to sit in front of the sofa with Veraker's support, and the sense of humiliation became even stronger. Verac forced him to kneel down violently for a while, and gently helped him up for a while, almost treating him like a dog who can come and go when he wants to. This freely changing face made him feel even more terrifying.

   "Do you want to check it?" Verak sat opposite Fletcher and asked.

   "You are so unfathomable, do you still need me to check?" Fletcher couldn't restrain himself from glaring at Veraker viciously.

   "Forget it." Compared to Fletcher, Verac naturally knew Elizabeth better, so this was just a formality, and he didn't bother to talk nonsense with Fletcher.

  Fletcher rubbed his sore and weak legs: "You better not make any mistakes at night..."

   "Don't worry." Verac poured a glass of water and pushed it to Fletcher, "If I make a mistake, you must be the first to die."

  (end of this chapter)