The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 491 Ch.490 The Reborn Man and His House
Old Wells had mixed feelings about Chandel Collins.

Firstly, he thought that the girl was not very intelligent - if he were still a wealthy man, he would definitely think so.

But now he is a poor, sick old loser.

Then, he couldn’t help but be moved by the girl’s behavior: This silly girl.

he thinks.

This stupid guy will definitely be deceived in the future. I will never look at it again like before...

Sincerely stupid.

He thought so, but he couldn't control his tears from being irritated by the behavior of this 'stupid' man.

At the end of his life, it was someone he never thought of helping who helped him.

"…Thank you, Miss Collins."

"I don't know how to thank you..."

He really didn't know.

Because the garbage in the room was not cleaned up at all - Shandel and the coachman just made a rough space for the three of them to sit down.

Soon, the driver left.

For the next ten minutes, Shandel talked to him like a girl next door, without any courtesy, and frequently used words that a real lady should not use.

Wells used to hate it, but now it felt so real to him.

And then.

The driver came back.

After he whispered a few words to Chandel, the two men stood up, supported old Wells, and took him out of the room and into the carriage.

Silent, custom-made carriage.

They left the East End, where he thought his grave was, crossed the cross street, and headed towards their original residence - that's right.

Original.

Cinderella Collins did not just find a place to settle down as a so-called "repayment of favor" - she actually bought the property that he had mortgaged to the bank at the time.

"To be honest, sir. I was going to buy you a better one."

Shandel said.

"But my butler reminded me: A real man should get up from where he fell."

When they arrived, she opened the door and helped Wells out of the car.

"so."

she says.

"I bought it back to celebrate John Wells's rebirth."

On that gloomy and damp afternoon, with rain leaking like urine from time to time, old Wells lost his home.

This sunny and warm afternoon.

It's back.

It is associated with the sun, flowers, the smell of soil, hope, the future, and life...

One piece came back.

They were placed in a package, packed by a kind girl named Chandel Collins, tied with a knot as childish as her face and as pure and simple as her eyes, and carried and handed to him personally.

John Wells was speechless and almost fainted with excitement. He tapped his teeth on the snare drum as he went along, welcomed by the flowers and plants along the way.

"My house..."

He reached out his hand and touched the peeling wall, the doorplate, and the box he had nailed into the ground with his own hands. The flowers and plants still had the same faces, as if they did not think that they had changed owners for the second time, but that the real owner had gone away and had just returned.

"My house..."

Shandel took out a handkerchief, touched it with his index finger, and wiped the soft and wrinkled corners of the old man's eyes.

"Yes, your house, Mr. Wells." The girl smiled brightly: "From today on, it belongs to you again!"

It was too expensive. Old Wells refused.

He was already a muddle-headed, dying old man, and no longer worthy of or able to afford such a house.

He had no money to buy furniture or hire servants, and he couldn't even walk smoothly from the living room to the bedroom - the corridor was considered spacious for him.

"I think I understand your feelings."

Old Wells finally calmed down and forced himself to wake up from this artificial dream.

"I understand you, Miss Collins," he said, "but I will refuse your kindness. It's not that I don't know what's good for me, but my body won't allow me to accept such a kind gift - you just need to give me your feelings, which will be enough to satisfy me, and the house..."

He declined, but the girl invited him into the house without any explanation.

The layout of the house has changed a lot, but the only thing that remains unchanged is the painting on the fireplace in the living room: a portrait of him and his wife.

Shandel helped him onto the sofa, heated up some water, and asked the coachman to light the fireplace.

Old Wells had plenty of time to reminisce about the past: how he went from being a mud-toed person to wearing decent clothes, meeting his wife, and growing his career - this house preserved some of his memories.

An important part of life.

Perhaps dying in this house is the best ending?

Old Wells was lost in thought, but was interrupted by a wisp of swaying heat.

Shandel smiled and held the porcelain plate and wide-mouthed cup, waving them in front of him in a playful manner.

A silly girl who is causing trouble.

Thinking of this, Wells still showed his rotten teeth and smiled: "...Thank you, Miss."

He said.

"We needn't be so polite, Mr. Wells." The girl pursed her lips, placed the plate carefully in the old man's hands, sat down beside him, and looked around the room.

"What a wonderful house, isn't it?"

"Yes." The old man took a sip of tea and said sadly, "I once spent a lot of time on the decoration. In order to make it more stylish and show the owner's extraordinary taste - including that wall. Look, yes, there should have been a few paintings there."

The girl muttered, "Damn banker."

Old Wells laughed: "Yeah, damn banker."

The old and the young shared the same hatred for the enemy, and the atmosphere gradually became lively.

"But I am glad that they didn't tear down my fireplace and leave the portraits of me and my wife behind. Also," he tapped the floor gently, "each piece of wood is not cheap. I asked someone to ship it overseas, and it cost a lot of money. My wife even had a quarrel with me because of it..."

Shandel was shocked: "Every piece?!"

The old man enjoyed her surprised expression - in those days, many visitors had the same expression.

"Yes, miss. This kind of wood is hard to find."

Wells told Shandel that he sometimes even worked himself, discussing and working with the painters and carpenters - it can be said that there are traces of him inside and out the house.

"It seems that my decision was absolutely correct," the girl said happily, "I bought it back from the bank to prevent it from being ruined by mediocre people."

Wells smiled and shook his head: "I am also a mediocre person, Miss. Can't you see it? If I really have status and power, I will never fall to this point-"

The ocean trade fraud case has caused a lot of controversy.

Many people were deceived and bankrupted in this big lie. Even now, newspapers often speculate about the identity of this gang and the total amount involved.

But actually.

Those who truly go bankrupt are those who have no foundation.

Like him.

For example, a doctor who jumped off a building.

"I hope someone can catch these criminals. Even if I can't get a penny, I hope they can be hanged..."

Old Wells whispered.

Xiandel just lowered his eyes, listened, and refilled his tea.

(End of this chapter)