When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 632: Reaping What One Sows

Brandon Lancaster covered his forehead and looked back.

Adrian Lancaster stopped talking and instead played a recording from a voice recorder—

A conversation emerged from it—

"I ask you, is it Brandon Lancaster or Elias Young? I know they’re both rats, but I want to know whose conscious idea this was, who actually proposed it?"

Brandon looked at him in shock, did Black Hawk really end up in his hands??

The next second, he felt guilty, afraid of being testified against by Black Hawk.

Adrian Lancaster’s venomous gaze remained fixed on him.

Soon, Adrian Lancaster’s voice sounded from the recorder again—

"Not going to say, huh? Forcing me to get physical?"

Soon, the sounds of some physical altercation were heard, making Brandon’s heart race with fear, was Black Hawk being beaten?

Finally, he heard three words spoken from Black Hawk’s mouth—Brandon Lancaster.

Brandon visibly trembled, to say he wasn’t afraid of Adrian Lancaster was impossible.

Turning off the recorder, Adrian Lancaster stood up, his cold eyes locking onto him, "Family matters don’t involve the police; I’ll let Grandpa deal with you."

There was a flicker of panic in Brandon’s eyes, then he smiled, "You won’t do it! Adrian Lancaster! You’re most worried about Grandpa; you wouldn’t let him suffer." It was as though he thought he had him figured out.

Adrian Lancaster, however, smirked coldly, then lunged forward and started beating him fiercely!

Releasing days of pent-up anger.

"Ah!" Already injured, Brandon was never a match for him before, so now there was no chance to fight back.

He held his head, hiding, crying out in pain!

Adrian Lancaster showed no mercy, thinking about how this guy wanted to kidnap Faye and harm his child, he wished he could skin him alive!

"You bastard! Are you even human?! Daring to go after my wife and child, I’ll fucking take your life! Beast!" he raged uncontrollably.

"Stop it, it hurts, ah!" Brandon was beaten to the ground, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, "Adrian Lancaster..." he gasped weakly, "I’m your brother!"

Even with all his might to say the last sentence, his breath was still faint.

The old man, leaning on his dragon head cane, stood at the door, his face terrifyingly gloomy, coldly watching the scene, without an ounce of sympathy.

He watched Adrian Lancaster beating him, even worried if his hand would hurt.

Finally, Brandon, thoroughly beaten, lay on the ground spitting blood, "Adrian Lancaster, you... damn you..."

Adrian Lancaster delivered a final vicious kick, then straightened his clothing, stood in front of him, and stomped hard on his back!

"Ah—" Brandon screamed in agony, feeling as though he was being torn to pieces!

As he turned his head in pain, his eyes slowly opened, seeing the familiar cane at the door, his scalp tingled, his chest tightened.

Following the cane upward with his sight, Brandon, beaten to the ground, saw his grandfather’s indifferent face.

Their gazes met, his nerves instantly tensed.

"Bastard!" the old man’s chilling voice was like an ice cellar, as he stepped inside, leaning on his cane.

"Grandpa." Adrian Lancaster withdrew his foot and bowed respectfully.

Brandon lay on the ground, "..." he felt doomed.

"You, as a dangerous being, shouldn’t go to the Netherlands." Grandpa’s face darkened, his voice tinged with anger, "Someone!"

"Present!"

"Call the police over!" the old man commanded, "Have him arrested! Let the law deal with him!"

"Ah! No, Grandpa!" he was terrified, using all his strength to crawl up, "Grandpa, I don’t want to go to jail! I don’t want to! I know I was wrong..."

"We can’t handle it, the country will!" the old man raised his cane and struck it heavily on his back.

Even Adrian Lancaster was shocked, Grandpa wanted to hand him over to the police?

But he would absolutely not plead for him!