missnovel Chapter 1246: Heaven’s Justice, Evil Faces Retribution
Chapter 1246: Heaven’s Justice, Evil Faces Retribution
As the morning’s events with the Lincoln Family ruined his mood, Griffith Squire impulsively decided to bring Aurora Coldwell to the South Seas. Without notifying in advance, the two took a private jet, and upon entering Squire Manor, they saw three little children running and playing energetically in the courtyard.
Leah sat on a recliner in the yard, basking in the sun. A fluffy white rug covered the entire chair, and at her feet were two cats curled up in a ball,
a scene of tranquility and peace.
Griffith was momentarily stunned by the sight. Over the years, both he and Leah had sought a stable life, and now it seemed almost within reach.
Griffith struggled internally, knowing all this was just an illusion. Once he started a feud with the Shaw Family, the Leclair Family from the South Seas would surely side with the Shaws. Even the Leclair twins would no longer visit Squire Manor, and Casimir Shaw might be taken back to the Imperial City, never to return.
Among them all, Leah would be the most hurt.
Aurora noticed the usually smiling man standing dazed by his doorstep, so she reached out and tugged at his wrist.
Griffith snapped back to reality and, naturally holding her hand, led her inside.
"Wow, Uncle Griffith."
"Uncle."
"Little Uncle."
Benjamin Leclair was the first to spot Griffith, and soon Nicholas Carter and Casimir Shaw saw him too. The three kids, a few years apart in age, swarmed around him, clinging to his arms and clothes. The most beloved, Benjamin, tugged at Griffith’s pant leg, looking up with fluffy hair and big black eyes, pleading, "Carry me."
Griffith bent down, picking up the shortest little girl and hoisting her onto his shoulder, making her laugh with silvery, carefree joy.
Griffith, a noted child charmer, felt a sense of achievement.
Leah noticed Griffith bringing back a young woman with a pure and serene appearance. Like a little white rabbit, her eyes were clear, and she stood there quietly like a painting, seeming fragile yet calm. Leah couldn’t help but nod. Griffith’s discerning eye was always sharp, and this must be the Coldwell Family’s young lady who had saved him, finally making an appearance.
Leah stood up, greeted her with a smile, saying, "You must be the Coldwell who saved Griffith. Come on in, I’m Leah Squire."
Aurora had long speculated that with Griffith’s looks, his sister must also be a great beauty. But truly seeing Leah, she realized what extent beauty could reach, seemingly flawless from every angle, even down to each hair strand.
In awe, Aurora gazed at her, momentarily dazed as Leah pulled her into the Squire Manor.
The siblings’ previous cold war dissipated before the three children and the oblivious little white rabbit, swept aside without mention.
Griffith took the three little ones to see his underground armory, while Leah casually strolled around the Squire Manor with Aurora.
"When do you and my brother plan to marry?" Leah observed that she was as quiet as a little white rabbit, reminiscent of Delphine, though Delphine was outwardly gentle but inwardly tough, reserved and rebellious, while Aurora seemed much more tender and gentle.
If Griffith had such a girl to take care of him, it would justify his years of solitary struggles against the elements.
Startled by the immediate question about marriage, Aurora swallowed and almost choked, shaking her head and softly replied, "We’re just friends, I’m not worthy of your brother."
Leah chuckled, her beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowing, pulling Aurora to sit in the courtyard. She had a servant bring an extra recliner, covering it with a thick rug and providing flower tea, fresh fruits, and snacks. They basked in the sun and chatted.
"Do you like Griffith?" Leah asked.
Aurora hesitated, then nodded, saying, "He’s the most righteous person I’ve ever met." Years ago, she had casually picked him up, receiving his protection ever since.
This answer left Leah speechless. Truly, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. The rumors surrounding Griffith had always painted him as both righteous and wicked, mostly ruthless and fearsome enough to stop children from crying at night. But to the Coldwell girl, Griffith was a righteous man. She must have known a different Griffith.
Speaking of righteousness, that man in the Imperial City was the most upright person she had ever known. So honest he rarely lied, playing a good hand terribly over the years, even unable to charm anyone.
"My brother had a hard life before. If you truly like him, you should confess. Besides Delphine and me, you’re the third woman to get close to him in years." Leah slightly turned her head, looking at Aurora, softly saying, "I hope you can make him a righteous and just person, forget past grudges, and live a normal life."
"What kind of life did he lead?" Aurora hid her shock. Griffith didn’t stay long in Brocade City, yet he had intimidated the entire city. Could such a powerful man have unavenged grudges?
Leah squinted slightly and calmly told her, "He lost his mother in childhood, then his father, living a life on the edge. We are half-siblings. Later, I became an adult and reconnected with him. Raised in a wealthy family, I never suffered, but Griffith had it the hardest."
Griffith, emerging from the underground armory with three chattering, wide-eyed little ones, saw the young girl’s red eyes. She looked more like a little white rabbit, evoking compassion.
He was about to approach her when a call came in.
Cornelius Turner had been sent to Brocade City to handle the Lincoln Family affairs. That day, news arrived.
"Boss, all the Lincoln Family’s personnel information, preferences, and weaknesses are documented. After leaving the Coldwell residence this morning, the Lincoln matriarch indulged in luxury shopping with her daughter-in-law. The Lincoln sons are either gamblers or frequent brothels, generally idle, and lazy, leeching off. All their expenses come from deceit and fraud," Cornelius reported in detail.
Griffith watched the three little ones excitedly run over to Leah and Aurora. Moving aside, feeling the cool autumn breeze, his eyes flashed with a hint of ruthlessness as he coldly said, "Since they like deceit, let’s send them a taste of their own medicine."
That night, the eldest Lincoln son lost ten million in debt at the underground black market, had his hand broken, and was sent to the police station. Meanwhile, the second son was critically beaten over a nightclub princess dispute. The Lincoln matriarch failed at blackmail and was taken to the police station—a night when those harmed by the Lincolns over the years hailed justice finally served, with none escaping retribution.