Wizard Earl

Chapter 756 Nighttime Visit to Ferguson's Mansion (3)

Standing not far from Jack Ferguson was a middle-aged woman with long, brown hair that cascaded naturally down her back. She was quite tall, and although she was getting on in years and her eyes were lined with wrinkles and her skin was sagging, it was clear that she had been a stunning beauty in her youth. This woman was Jack Ferguson's wife, Eugenia da Silva, Connor's aunt!

"How is Alfredo?" Although it was late at night, Eugenia, still fully made up, asked her husband Jack Ferguson, who sat solemnly in a chair across from her, with a very serious expression.

"It's not looking good!" Hearing his wife's question, Jack Ferguson hesitated for a moment, but chose to tell the truth.

"So, what do you plan to do?" Eugenia seemed unsurprised by her husband's answer. A glint of shrewdness flashed in her eyes as she continued to ask her husband, who was clearly in a bad mood.

"What am I going to do? Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, Warren will return from the Ferguson family estate in the suburbs. He, I, and Butler Martinez are supposed to have an internal meeting to discuss the current situation, but yesterday Butler Martinez secretly sent his trusted subordinate by train to Rune to find Connor and bring him back!" Jack said wearily, rubbing his temples.

"Hmph! That damned old man Martinez sent someone to fetch Connor back without even greeting you, the head of the Ferguson family. He really looks down on you, Jack Ferguson!" Eugenia was clearly not satisfied with her husband's answer this time. She snorted coldly and said with great dissatisfaction. Moreover, when she mentioned Connor's name, a cold glint appeared in Eugenia's eyes, clearly indicating that she did not have a good impression of Connor Ferguson.

Sensing the dissatisfaction in the words of his wife, with whom he had been together for over thirty years and who had borne him a son and a daughter, Jack Ferguson felt extremely irritated. He continued rubbing his temples and then said:

"That's normal. You know, Butler Martinez has been the head butler of the Ferguson family since my father's generation, and he's still the head butler for my brother Alfredo. He's served the Ferguson family almost his entire life. Plus, Alfredo doesn't really manage things, so Butler Martinez handles almost everything in the family, big and small. His prestige in our family is almost unmatched except by Alfredo!"

"If it weren't for Romero, the butler's nephew, who is a very good friend of mine, and who secretly told me during our drinks this afternoon that Martinez had sent someone to find Connor, I wouldn't know about this at all!"

"Isn't Connor doing very well in Rune? Why would he care about this little thing at home? Besides, he was the one who wanted to leave the family back then, saying he would never come back. Now he has the nerve to come back and inherit the family business?"

"And you Ferguson family folks are truly spineless! Connor Ferguson doesn't care about you at all, yet you still insist on begging him to inherit the family business," Eugenia said sarcastically, her eyes growing colder as she listened to her husband's words.

Understanding the implication in his wife's words, Jack Ferguson lowered his hand from his temples, opened his eyes, and gazed intently at Eugenia before him. After a few seconds, he said in a deep voice:

"It was Connor who arranged for Descioli Ranieri of the East Hoy Company to increase our ore sales quota. And the ten thousand gold pounds that Butler Martinez brought back from Rune last time was also handled by Connor. Without these two sources of income, our family's two estates in the northern suburbs, mortgaged to the Imperial Bank, would have already been seized by them! These two things demonstrate that although Connor hasn't returned for ten years, he still cares deeply about the family!"

"You really believe in Butler Martinez? You believe whatever that old man says?" Eugenia immediately curled her lip and retorted sarcastically at her husband's defense of Connor Ferguson.

Upon hearing Eugenia's words, Jack Ferguson sighed deeply, stood up from his chair, walked to Eugenia, took her hands in his, shook his head, and said in a very sincere and low voice, "I know what you want me to do. To be honest, if I were twenty years younger..."

"No! Ten years old! I really would have done that, but now I understand that it's impossible. Connor is Alfredo's only son, and both according to the Imperial Succession Act and within the family, he is the undisputed first heir. Moreover, he has the support of Butler Martinez. It would be very difficult for Warren and me to pose any threat to him!"

Looking at her dejected husband, Eugenia made no attempt to hide her disappointment. After a few seconds of eye contact, she leaned close to Jack Ferguson's ear and whispered, "I know Connor is the first in line to the Ferguson family, but if he dies, will the Imperial Succession Act and your Ferguson family allow a dead man to inherit your family?"

Seemingly surprised to hear such words from his wife, Jack Ferguson's face immediately showed a look of shock. It took him a full few seconds to recover from the shock. He subconsciously lowered his voice and said to Eugenia in a very serious tone, "Eugenia, what do you want to do?"

"What can a woman like me do? All I want is for my husband to inherit the Ferguson family and become the Earl of Ferguson, instead of living a miserable life with a knighthood like he does now. Jack Ferguson, have you forgotten how resentful you were of Alfredo inheriting the family after your father died?"

"And Jack Ferguson, you must know that your pitiful knighthood wasn't hereditary!"

"After you die, your title will be gone, and your son will inherit nothing, going from a nobleman to a lowly commoner! You've been a coward your whole life; you can't let your son continue to be a coward, can you? You, as a father, don't think about Henry's future, so shouldn't I, as his mother, think about his later years?" Eugenia pulled her hands away from her husband's tight grip and said coldly.

(End of this chapter)