Chapter 2
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Being addressed like that, everyone shifted their focus onto Timothy and Annabella.
This was indeed the grand finale!
As a mere senior executive at Wayne Group, Annabella’s annual income was in no way comparable to these young masters.
After deducting the family’s expenses, she barely had any money left.
“I have prepared a pot of chicken soup for grandfather, made it myself.”
Timothy stood up, carrying the chicken soup towards Arthur Wayne, “Hoping grandfather will live a life longer than the southern mountains.”
“Haha! That is hilariously ridiculous! Annabella, you two sure are devoted!”
Darius Wayne laughed unrestrainedly.
“You must have found it quite challenging. Don’t make grandfather sick with your soup!”
“Everyone says Timothy is a good-for-nothing, but look, he still knows how to make soup, doesn’t he?”
The Wayne Clan roared with laughter.
Whenever they gathered together, they always mocked Timothy.
Annabella’s face turned beet red, wishing she could bury herself in the ground.
“Timothy, it really must be tough on you to make such an effort.”
Arthur Wayne’s face clearly expressed displeasure.
Others are giving gifts worth several hundred thousand, and here he comes with a pot of chicken soup?
He coughed and waved his hand towards Darius, saying, “Take it and give it to Huahua to drink.”
“Yes, grandfather!”
Darius had a mischievous smile as he took the chicken soup from Timothy ’s hand and turned towards the backyard.
Huahua was a dog raised in the household, dearly loved by Old Master Wayne.
“As expected, something made by a good-for-nothing was only fit for a dog to drink! If people drank it, they would probably be plagued with bad luck!”
Wellington Wayne leaned back in his chair, his face full of mockery.
“Wellington, what do you mean by that!”
Annabella suddenly stood up.
For the past three years, it had always been Timothy who cooked for the family. With Wellington’s taunt, he implicated her entire family.
“My apologies, a slight mistake!”
Wellington folded his hands in a salute, a mocking light flitted in his eyes.
“If you’re not going to drink it, please don’t waste it.”
Timothy stepped in front of Darius and snatched back the chicken soup, “I spent the entire morning making this, not for you to feed the dog with!”
“Timothy, what are you trying to do!”
Darius’s face turned cold as he snorted, “Giving it to the dog is already doing you a favor! What do you think you are, nothing but a good-for-nothing! Who would’ve thought a good-for-nothing could lose their temper?”
With that said, the members of the Wayne Family erupted in laughter.
“Say that again!”
Timothy’s eyes burned with anger.
“Even a cornered rabbit will bite; Darius, don’t get bitten by Timothy . You might need a rabies vaccine.”
Some people ridiculed.
“Heh, today is grandpa’s big birthday…”
For some reason, Darius suddenly felt an inexplicable fear.
For three years, Timothy was ridiculed by everyone, his status less than a dog’s.
But today, he inexplicably felt afraid.
The look in the other’s eyes was as if they could devour him alive.
“You, go to the kitchen and help out!”
Annabella looked at Timothy, wishing he would disappear from her sight immediately.
The mood having turned sour, the main hall was notably awkward.
“Fine!”
Without saying anything more, Timothy turned and walked out.
But as he reached the door, they heard the sound of a porcelain bowl shattering from outside.
“What happened!”
Darius furrowed his brow: “It’s the Old Master’s special day, who has been so careless!”
“Big brother, that useless Timothy has knocked over Grandfather’s birthday cake!”
Kyle Wayne rushed into the room, quick to throw the blame.
While playing carelessly just a moment ago, he had run into a servant of the Wayne Family and caused the birthday cake prepared for Old Master’s birthday to be spilled on the ground.
“Ridiculous! Today is grandfather’s seventieth birthday; what does he think he’s doing!”
Hearing his younger brother put it that way, Darius immediately headed for the door.
The more he thought about his earlier confrontation, the angrier he became, appalled that he had been intimidated by a good-for-nothing.
As it happened, Timothy was also walking in.
“The child is careless and has knocked over the birthday cake prepared for the Old Master.”
“Nonsense, it was clearly you who bumped into him!”
Kyle rushed to the door, pointed at the servant, and demanded, “You! Tell everyone who it was that bumped into you!”
The servant dared not offend Old Master Wayne’s favorite grandson.
“It was Master Timothy!”
To keep her job, she went against her conscience and pinned the blame on Timothy.
“Heard that? This piece of trash caused a disaster and still wants to frame others! How despicable!”
Darius Wayne glared at Timothy, his left hand fiercely grasping his collar.
“Get lost! Don’t let me see you again!”
“Enough already!”
Arthur Wayne called out softly, “Today is my birthday, we can talk about other matters later.”
“It wasn’t me who bumped into it. It was Kyle.”
Timothy said calmly.
“Enough! Even Grandpa is not pursuing it any longer, why do you still have to push your luck!”
Annabella stood up, furious at his lack of fighting spirit.
“If I didn’t do it, why should I admit it?”
Timothy dragged on.
“What are you trying to do!”
Arthur Wayne slammed his hand on the table, “Timothy, are you intentionally trying to annoy me?”
“I’m not, the truth is that your grandson, Kyle—”
Slap!
Annabella’s hand struck out.
“Go home!”
She ran quickly out of the Wayne Family’s old mansion, and as she turned around, a glimmer of tears flashed in her eyes.
“I wasn’t the one who knocked it over.”
Timothy said, then looked straight at Kyle, before striding away from the courtyard.
“Get lost!”
“Ungrateful!”
“That good-for-nothing has always been an eyesore!”
A stream of insults followed from behind.
Annabella didn’t go home. She couldn't. She just sat on the steps at the doorway, crying.
“I never thought it would turn out like this.”
Timothy also sat next to her.
“Does it matter?”
Annabella looked up, her face streaked with tears.
“Isn’t the disdain I have endured with you enough?”
She knew it wasn’t Timothy who knocked over the cake; Kyle’s clothes were still stained with icing and cake, something even a blind person could see.
But everyone was accustomed to dumping dirty water on Timothy .
“I’m sorry!”
Timothy let out a bitter laugh.
For three years, Annabella bore many things others never had to endure.
Compared to the ridicule she faced, what was his grievance?
“Are apologies useful? I also want to brag about my husband like my older sister, to be glorious all day long! Can you give me that?”
“I don’t want to be the clan’s laughing stock, to be mocked and belittled constantly; can you change that?”
“I wish for you to take charge of this family, so I don’t have to toil every day, can you?”
Annabella forced a bitter smile, her eyes filled with despair.
Which woman doesn’t have a sense of vanity?
But she knew, all this was impossible!
“Fine!”
Timothy stood up and walked away decisively.
…
“I don’t want to continue like this!”
Walking onto a deserted street, Timothy shouted at the sky in anger.
“Why! Why!”
His fists were clenched tight, veins on his face bulged, nails digging into his flesh.
A nameless rage ignited in his heart.
Like a spark of fire, this fury burned fiercely within Timothy.
For the first time in three years, his blood boiled!
“If you truly no longer wish to sink down, perhaps I can help you.”
Suddenly, a man in black appeared on the otherwise empty street.
“You were never meant to be so ordinary.”
The man in black took out a ring from his chest and in an instant was in front of Timothy .
“Now, come and remake your splendor!”
The stranger offered the ring gently, “If you aren’t angry, nobody can break this shackling. Only anger can ignite the fighting spirit within you. I’ve waited three years to finally see you angry.”
“Put this on, and become your true self again!”
Timothy closed his eyes lightly, feeling as though something was calling him, yet he could not grasp it.
Driven by his subconscious, he gently slid his thumb into the ring.
- Writer
