The Soldier's Vow

Echoes of the Past

CHAPTER 2

"Is everything ready?" Matt turned to Max, asking just as they stepped out of the airport.

"Yes sir, I have collected," Max nodded, following behind Matt.

"Welcome, Young Master," A low voice sounded, forcing the men to stop in their tracks as a figure walked up to them and bowed slightly.

"I kindly request the young master to return home to the capital!" The figure, a man in his late forties, bowed slightly.

"The master of the family wishes for the Young Master to return home, so he has sent me here to pick you up." He continued, finally raising his head to Look at Matt.

"I'm not blind not to see that you're here to pick me up?" Matt's mouth curled up into a smirk, looking at the long line of cars, accompanied by bodyguards who had come with the family butler.

"Since that's the case, please come with me, young master," The figure bowed again, turned around then gestured toward the car.

Immediately, one of the men dressed in a black Tang suit walked forward, opened the door, bowed, and made an inviting gesture to Matt.

"Alright," Matt agreed then walked towards the car.

Joseph, the figure, heaved a sigh of relief. He had been expecting Matt to refuse, but it seemed like the latter was willing to return.

Getting to the car, Matt violently kicked the door of the car shaking the car.

"Bang!"

"Crash!"

The next moment, a loud sound, followed by the loud breaking of glass, suddenly resounded throughout the place, forcing Joseph to turn towards the source; the next moment, his eyes opened wide, his eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets.

Matt was standing in front of the car, his legs on the door of the car and the two side windows had shattered into pieces.

"The master wants me to return, huh?" Matt finally turned around, his gaze locking on Joseph, whose face was now white as though he had seen a ghost.

"When he threw me out years ago, he didn't remember I was the young master then," Matt scoffed, a hint of self-mockery could be felt in his voice.

The incident of five years ago was as clear as the daylight in his head. Five years ago, his mother was severely ill. He had gone back to the Davison family to plead for help, but he was ruthlessly rejected and was even beaten by the guards, who then threw him out afterward.

"Young master, the master had promised to hand over the Zenith group." Joseph hurriedly persuaded, afraid Matt would leave.

"Handover?" Matt mocked, tilting his head and staring at Joseph.

The Zenith group originally belonged to his mother, but when she was sick, it was taken away by the Davison family. At that time, he had no power to fight back.

"Isn't the so-called handover called returning what's rightfully mine that you took away?" Matt fixed his gaze on Joseph, his voice cold and murderous.

"Anyways, you don't need to hand it over, I'll take what's rightfully mine." Matt waved his hand impatiently, turning around to leave.

"You should leave; I'm not returning to that family, and neither should you pester me too." Matt spat, his voice getting colder with each second.

"Let's go, Max," he continued and then walked away with Max following closely behind.

"Seems like I've failed," Joseph smiled bitterly and pulled out his phone to make a call.

"Samuel," He began, immediately the person from the other end picked up the phone.

"You should help Matt by all means; I don't care what he wants or needs; help him." He instructed.

"Yes sir." A low voice responded from the other end, the fear and respect could be felt.

Matt let out a deep sigh immediately after he got into the taxi; memories of five years ago poured into his head like a flowing stream.

He had painstakingly borrowed five hundred thousand from his father-in-law so he could pay for his mother's surgery, but by the time he got back, his mother was already dead.

"Sir, we've arrived." Max broke the silence, peering at Matt, who was lost in his thoughts.

Alighting from the car, they proceeded towards the villa standing in front of them.

"What are you all still hesitating for?" An angry feminine voice drifted into Matt's ear just when he was about to walk into the house.

"We are going to get him a death certificate, it doesn't matter if he's alive or not."

"Or did you forget, he demanded five hundred thousand from your father before abandoning you when he's supposed to take responsibility!"

"We should be able to process the death certificate easily, after all, Young Master Walter is willing to help us out." A male hoarse voice supported the feminine voice.

"After all, back then, I had to go to lengths just to be able to acquire the money he demanded, so we can pretend now that he's dead, he's never coming back."

Matt's expression darkened upon hearing this. Back then he had returned the money to his father-in-law. His mother had died before he got to the hospital, so there was no need to hold onto the money.

And yet, it was said that he had demanded the money from him, then ran off.

Matt knew who the voices belonged to, so he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Anyway, it didn't matter; after all, he was here to protect his wife and hand over the world to her.

"What do you think, young master?" The feminine voice sounded again, a hint of flattering could be felt in the voice.

"I don't mind, as long as Miss Fiona agrees, then I'm okay with it." A humble voice responded, but the hint of arrogance in the voice couldn't be contained.

"Good." The owner of the voice sounded excited and even clapped a few times.

"My daughter will be here soon. She'll be willing."

"And who wants to marry my wife without my permission? Have you asked me about it?" Matt couldn't bear it anymore and stepped directly into the Villa.