CHAPTER 273: CHAPTER 82: DEEP HATRED BURIED BENEATH THE SNOW

Su Ziceng’s hands were delicate, like the fresh tips of bamboo shoots, while Pello’s hands were large. The contrast between their two pairs of hands was striking, yet when they came together, it was surprisingly harmonious.

She was comforting him. At that time, neither of them spoke, yet it was like an unspoken understanding; neither withdrew their hand.

"You still have family," Su Ziceng whispered. If she were Pello, she would choose the same, to die and be released rather than to live in agony.

"My family?" Pello’s look and tone both grew colder. "If you’re talking about my uncle..."

If everything had been normal, Pello would now be in France. The title of Earl is hereditary; a father’s legacy continued by his son. With his intelligence today, he could have kept the Munsen Family’s business in excellent order; he would never have needed to work at Kelly Women’s College as a leisurely instructor.

"A month after my father’s death, my uncle, seeing me hiding in my room every day, advised me to go out and clear my mind," Pello continued his story, which he had not finished telling.

In January, the snow in the Alps piled up even thicker than it is now in Bianjing City, and the continuous mountain range resembled a dancing white serpent. Every year, European aristocrats would follow old customs, hunting deep in the mountains, equipped with a few snow jeeps and some privately stored firearms. When Munsen was still alive, Pello had once participated in such a hunt.

"My uncle suggested I should be more manly, so at that time, we did not use the special jeeps. Instead, we followed a mountain hunter deep into the mountains, and after passing through a cedar forest, I saw an elk," Pello recalled the scene as outside the window, layers of snow piled up again, covering the windowsill.

"Several feet of snow reached my waist. I didn’t hear the hunter’s warning behind me, I kept chasing after the elk until it stopped, and I raised my gun." Pello still vividly remembered the crisp sound when his numb fingers pulled the metallic trigger.

Heat instantly enveloped him, a growing large wound on his body, and in the elk’s big eyes, there was a bewildered stare of fright. When he fell, Pello tasted snow for the first time.

The sound of footsteps and my uncle’s breathing were all too clear behind him.

No one lifted him up. Pello just heard his uncle shouting, "God, the gun misfired." The sound of people’s footsteps, like running elks, all disappeared. The pain in his body was also numbed by the cold snow.

Su Ziceng’s hand began to sweat. Her eyes were full of anxiety. Although Pello was still sitting alive in front of her, he seemed like an illusion. Her sweat made her hand warmer. Pello pinched her fingers as if to tell her not to be afraid.

"The leading hunter returned, after my uncle and the others left, it was he who fired the shot. He clearly remembered that his bullet had entered five centimeters from my heart, enough to knock me out but not to kill me." Su Ziceng’s hand moved forward, all the way to Pello’s chest. She shuddered, then sighed with relief after hearing Pello’s heartbeat.

Through the thin sweater, there was indeed an uneven spot on Pello’s chest. Her gesture was bold yet natural, so Pello didn’t stop her.

"You’ve guessed it?" Pello turned the control of the story over to Su Ziceng. "Was it your uncle? For the inheritance? You should go back and expose his vile actions," Su Ziceng couldn’t hide her dissatisfaction. If it wasn’t for the hunter changing his mind halfway, Pello might have died from excessive blood loss, or from the cold.

"That hunter took me back and told me that my uncle had paid him five hundred thousand francs to fire that shot. My life seemed quite valuable," Pello said sarcastically. The heir to the grand Munsen family was only worth five hundred thousand francs.

"But you can’t let him get away with it," Su Ziceng expressed her strong dissatisfaction. In her nature, the aspect that abhorred evil was revealed. After saying this, Su Ziceng glanced at her hand, still on Pello’s chest. Her face flushed, she just thought about drawing her hand back, but Pello was quicker, grabbing her hand first.

"I must admit, the Olson family had great managerial talent. After declaring my death to the public, he immediately took over the family business, and by buying off all the relatives in the family, after ten years of hard work, the Olson family has become the largest diamond producer in Europe," Pello analyzed. The Pello of the past had the same thoughts as Su Ziceng. After his recovery, he also wanted to expose Olson’s murderous deeds, but at that time, even approaching Olson had become a luxury for him.