CHAPTER 256: CHAPTER 256: THE LAWSON FAMILY’S CHARITY

"Miles, why are you only back now? Come over and drink a bit with your old man."

As soon as Miles Grant walked in, he saw a drunken man holding a wine glass, staggering toward his direction.

The strong smell of alcohol hit him, causing Miles to frown slightly.

A large hand suddenly slapped down on Miles’ shoulder, placing most of its weight on him. The man’s face was slightly flushed from drinking, and his heavily drink-soaked nose emitted a foul odor with every breath. "My dear son, you’ve finally come back. What’s the good in being a lousy doctor? Doing business earns much more money."

Waves of alcohol stung his cheeks, and constantly inhaling this smell made him feel almost drunk.

"Dad, you’ve had too much to drink."

"How can your dad be drunk? I’m someone who can hold my liquor, in ancient times, I would be a general charging in the battlefield." Mr. Grant hiccuped.

Miles, with an expressionless face, helped Mr. Grant to the sofa nearby.

Mr. Grant chuckled, his large hand forcefully patting Miles’ shoulder. "My dear son, you must get along well with Landon Lawson. Today, dad is really happy; Landon gave us several business deals."

Miles, who was helping his father with his back, paused for a moment, his originally expressionless face suddenly showing a contraction in his pupils. He turned Mr. Grant’s face to look directly into his eyes. "What did you say?"

"Hic~"

Mr. Grant hiccupped again, and Miles could smell everything his father had eaten.

With a face full of smiles, Mr. Grant said, "Landon Lawson... your good brother, gave us a few more deals. Your friend is really kind... When I was young, why didn’t I know such loyal friends?"

Miles felt his blood gradually run cold, the brightness in his eyes slowly dimmed, and his hand helping his father also completely stopped.

"Dad, why do you always go to Landon Lawson? Is the Grant Family unable to survive without his help?"

Miles laughed bitterly. Clearly, they were fair friends, so why did it become like this?

Landon was practically the Grant Family’s father, always taking care of the son. Even though they were both of the same age, only because of family reasons, Miles was always unable to look up in front of Landon.

Mr. Grant lifted his murky eyes. Due to the alcohol, his brain had already stopped functioning, foolishly saying, "Son, why not use such a good friend? You are just too naïve, why hasn’t my son learned even a bit from me?"

Miles instructed the servant beside him, "The old master drank too much, help him to the room quickly."

The servant assisted the already drunken Mr. Grant away. As he departed, Mr. Grant struggled to open his muddled eyes and said, "Make sure to get along well with Landon Lawson; such friends are, of course, better in larger numbers."

Get along well... more the better...

Is he expected to be Landon’s sycophant?

Crunch!

Miles clenched his fists tightly, biting hard on his lips, his tolerance had reached the limit, unable to control it any longer.

With force, he yanked the tie off his neck, and with gloomy eyes, stormed outside.

Landon Lawson sat at home, looking at the contract in his hand, with a document wrapped in kraft paper on the table before him.

The old butler set a bowl of ginseng soup on the table. "Young master, why hasn’t the young master come today?"

"I had Sienna pick him up. There should be some things today. You go to sleep early, don’t leave anyone here. No matter what you hear later, don’t come out."

The old butler was taken aback. It was the first time such a request had been made, but having worked at the Lawson Family for so many years, it was something he could manage.

He arranged for the other servants to rest first.

The entire first floor of the villa’s hall was left with only Landon Lawson.

Tick-tock, tick-tock!

As time passed, Landon remained unhurried, sipping his ginseng soup at leisure while reviewing the document in hand.

A deafening engine roar and a sharp braking sound emerged from outside, but Landon’s demeanor remained unchanged. He listened as footsteps drew closer from behind, and spoke slowly, "Here you are!"

Miles stood behind Landon. From the beginning, this man had premeditated his arrival. From the moment he parked the car here, the entire villa felt unusually eerie.

All the servants were gone, leaving only Landon here. This situation was indeed off.

Landon deliberately waited for him here; tonight, this place was reserved for him.

Setting aside the document he was holding, Landon turned and looked at Miles, whose head was bowed and face buried in shadows, and said, "Sit down and let’s talk. It takes quite a while to drive here from your place."

Miles sat opposite Landon, his head still lowered, with a terrifyingly grim expression.

His voice, as if it emerged from a deep valley, seemed somewhat ethereal: "You knew I was coming?"

"Yes, I was waiting for you."

Landon lifted his gaze. His eyes were calm and colorless, like deep pools that seemed to draw everything into them.

"Heh heh heh!"

A chilling laughter echoed within the vacant villa as Miles sneered, his body trembling. This terrifying laughter made Landon shudder—not from fear, but from the unfamiliar sensation, narrowing his eyes and staring at Miles.

Then slowly, the man raised his head, the glasses once worn on his face had disappeared at some unknown time, and his previously calm eyes were now filled with sinister smiles.

Is this... truly Miles Grant?

A person he had grown up with seemed so unfamiliar; it was as if he never knew him at all.

Miles licked his dry lips with a scarlet tongue, sneering sinisterly.

With the appearance of wanting to feed off Landon.

"Do you feel a sense of accomplishment?"

Landon sat upright, quietly observing Miles’ transformation.

His composure was unwavering due to Miles, maintaining an indifferent expression without answering Miles’ question.

Miles didn’t show anger, for Landon was always like this, always acting as if he was the most important figure, as if everyone owed him.

Indeed, didn’t he owe him? The entire Grant Family was indebted to Landon Lawson.

Over the years, the debts to the Lawson Family and Landon himself had piled up overwhelmingly beyond count.

Seeing things this way was completely normal from Day one; Landon should have viewed him this way from the start.

No longer hiding, is it?

Couldn’t conceal it anymore? Landon lived tiredly enough, clearly wanting to tread on him for a sense of achievement, yet pretending to be gloriously great, selflessly dedicated to friends.