LORD CHESTER COMES BACK

Bella’s brother was named Edric Harding. Both then and now, he was a notorious playboy in Dirtmouth. Jun Chester couldn’t even remember how many times he had taught him a lesson. At that moment, Wilfrid Chester suddenly coughed up a large mouthful of blood while lying on the bed. The blood even stained Ann’s clothes.Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Ann was frightened and cried out, “Dad! Dad, what’s wrong with you?!”

After all, he was his father. When Jun Chester saw Wilfrid Chester’s miserable face, he almost reflexively wanted to do something. But then he thought of how Wilfrid Chester had been such an animal and taken his fiancée. Jun Chester ultimately remained indifferent. He just coldly stared at him.

As Edric Harding walked in, carrying a six or seven-year-old boy, he happened to see Wilfrid Chester pass out. For a moment, Edric Harding was stunned on the spot. However, when the little boy saw Jun Chester, he stopped crying. Immediately after, he opened his eyes wide and carefully looked at Jun Chester. To everyone’s surprise, he suddenly shouted, “Dad! Dad! Dad!”

For some reason, when Jun Chester heard the little boy’s voice, his heart involuntarily trembled violently. In a short time, he struggled to remain calm. Did he really have a son? This little boy, who was crying so heartbreakingly, looked just like him when he was young!

Edric Harding glanced at Jun Chester in shock, but as Wilfrid Chester had already passed out, he had no time for him. “Doctor! Where’s the doctor?! Hurry up! Wilfrid Chester has passed out again!” Edric Harding ran out the door, shouting all the way.

The resident doctor at Chester Fortress heard his voice and hurriedly ran upstairs. By this time, the little boy was already clinging to Jun Chester’s leg, refusing to let go. Jun Chester reached out to touch the boy’s swollen face and asked, “Why are you calling me dad?”

The little boy wiped his tears and then said, “You’re… you’re my dad! I’ve seen your picture! Mom wrote in her diary that your eyes are the most beautiful pair of eyes in the world, deep as the ocean!”

When he heard this, Jun Chester’s heart shuddered. Memories of the past flooded his mind. Once, during Jun Chester’s three years in the army, he received a diary from his fiancée every now and then. It was both a diary and a love letter, filled with her love for him. However, Jun Chester, who held a high position in the army back then, never had the time to write back to her.

The most romantic thing he had ever done was to carry a dozen thick, slightly worn diaries back to his fiancée. It was that one time. It was Jun Chester’s third year in the army. He was 21 years old, returning home with honor. His fiancée had been waiting for him in Dirtmouth for three years, and she was also 21 years old when she gave him her purest body.

Who exactly was she?

“Where is your mom now?”

The little boy wiped his tears and then said, “She’s in the hospital. She’s been waiting for you. They say in the stories that only a prince’s kiss can wake up a princess. My mom is the most beautiful princess, and my dad is the most handsome prince!”

Jun Chester was silent for a long time before suddenly picking up the little boy, his eyes full of tenderness as he whispered, “Let’s go, Dad will take you to find your mom.”

The little boy wiped away his tears and nodded with a smile.

Just as the two of them had stepped outside the door, a shout suddenly came from behind.

“Jun Chester!”

“Is it because of you that Wilfrid passed out? Stop right there!”

Jun Chester turned and looked over. Of course, he saw Edric Harding.

Edric Harding glared, baring his teeth as he caught up.

“Put down that little devil!”

“He stole our painting, I must beat this little devil to death today!”

“Just like you, you’re all damn thieves!”

The little boy saw Edric Harding, his small face full of panic, and clung tightly to Jun Chester’s clothes.

Jun Chester, however, appeared indifferent, holding the little boy in one arm and swinging his other hand toward Edric Harding’s face.

“Slap!”

Edric Harding was instantly thrown ten meters away, as if hit by a car. When he finally crashed into a wall, he spat out more than a dozen teeth, his mouth full of blood!

Everyone around who saw what happened was stunned, their eyes wide open.

“Your painting? You bunch of parasites!”

Jun Chester glanced coldly at Edric Harding and continued to walk outside. “In three days, the Hardings and the Chesters must be here! You will all pay the price.”