Chapter 112: Get down on your knees

Inside the mansion, in particular, in the bedroom Hana had once occupied when she lived there, two bodies were now entwined in an intimate embrace. No one had any idea what was happening inside.

Moan after moan filled the bedroom.

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Two hours later, Tino finally arrived at the Klein family residence.

His face had already turned pale by the time he stepped onto the property. Several members of the Nair family who had been assigned to guard Laila immediately approached him upon seeing him arrive with his entourage.

"Sir," one of them greeted him with a respectful bow.

"Where is Laila?"

"Miss Laila..." The subordinate hesitated before continuing in a stammering voice. "She and Mr. Brandon are..."

Bam!

Tino slammed the wooden cane in his hand against the floor.

"She dares? She dares to do this even after I explicitly forbade her?" he shouted.

"Sir, Miss Laila ordered us not to accept any calls from outside. She also refused to let anyone enter the residence and disturb her. She even locked the door from the inside."

Tino tightened his grip on his cane before finally stepping into the mansion.

"Open the door!"

"But, Sir..."

Tino shot him a sharp glare. "Break it down for me!"

Seeing Tino’s darkened expression, the subordinate immediately lowered his head and nodded.

"Yes, Sir."

He promptly moved forward and forced the entrance open with a single powerful blow.

Tino and his men entered the mansion, following the subordinate toward Hana’s bedroom—or rather, the bedroom that now belonged to Laila.

Bang!

The bedroom lights were switched on. The previously dark room was instantly illuminated. Their clothes were scattered across the floor, while Brandon and Laila were still fast asleep on the same bed, completely naked.

Tino staggered backward several steps at the sight before him.

"Sir!" His secretary immediately rushed forward to support him.

Tino slowly shook his head. He took a deep breath before looking at the two people on the bed again.

"Wake them up! Tell them to come to the living room."

Without waiting any longer, Tino turned around and headed toward the living room.

Once there, he turned to his secretary.

"What about him? Is he on his way here?"

"Yes, Sir. Both of them are on their way to this residence. They should be arriving shortly."

Tino nodded.

Not long afterward, Laila appeared in the living room with a slightly pale face. Her steps seemed unsteady several times, yet there was not the slightest trace of regret or resentment on her face.

Behind her, Brandon walked with a dark expression. His hands were still busy straightening his black shirt, while his gaze remained fixed on Laila walking ahead of him.

"Grandfather," Laila greeted him.

Brandon gritted his teeth before shifting his gaze toward Tino, who was now staring at him.

"I had absolutely no intention of doing it. Your granddaughter drugged me!" he declared firmly, his fingers clenching into tight fists. "I will not marry her. I never intended to marry her in the first place. She’s the one who’s gone mad."

Tino did not respond. His eyes remained fixed on Brandon.

Brandon eventually looked at Tino again.

"I know you’ll do whatever it takes for your granddaughter. But I don’t care anymore. Hana. She’s the only woman I want. Even if you threaten my life again, just like you did seven years ago, to force me to let her go and marry your granddaughter, I will not back down this time. I, Brandon Vein, no longer care!"

"Brandon," Tino called.

Brandon shook his head.

"Even if you want to hurt my parents, destroy the Vein family, or take my life, I still won’t marry your granddaughter, Laila Nair."

"Brandon!" Laila shouted.

She immediately grabbed Brandon by the collar and yanked him toward her.

"You said you still wanted Hana? Have you gone mad? We already did it earlier! You even—"

Brandon tore Laila’s hand away and shoved her back.

"You drugged me, deceived me, and then made me do that. Tell me, did I do it of my own free will?" he asked sharply.

He turned toward Tino again.

"I know you believe the Vein family owes you a great debt. I won’t deny that. That’s why, once all of this is over, I will give up my surname. I no longer wish to carry the Vein family name."

Tino leaned back against the sofa. He struggled to suppress the tightness that had once again gripped his chest.

Not long afterward, the living room door opened. Beny entered with his wife and immediately took a seat beside Tino.

"Father, what exactly is going on?" he asked. "You summoned me in the middle of the night to come to this shabby residence. I even had to leave behind important work. Haven’t you settled in Continent Kino now? With your position, you no longer need to concern yourself with matters in Continent Melvin."

Beny continued speaking without paying any attention to Tino’s increasingly dark expression.

"Your businesses will eventually become my inheritance. As for everything else, I won’t do anything beyond your instructions. I’ll give everything to Laila, my daughter. I know how much you love her."

Beside him, Beny’s wife nodded in agreement.

"Father-in-law, Beny is right. You already have such great influence in Continent Kino. There’s no need for you to concern yourself with matters in Continent Melvin anymore. Beny has also been managing your businesses very well all this time."

She smiled before continuing, "Beny and I have also agreed that Laila will be our only daughter. So, you don’t need to worry about anything else."

Tino finally shifted his gaze toward the two of them. Then, he turned toward Laila and compared his granddaughter’s face with that of his son.

The resemblance between them was unmistakable.

He shook his head in disbelief before closing his eyes for a few moments.

When he opened them again, his gaze had turned sharp as he looked at the three people before him.

"Get down on your knees," he ordered firmly.

Throughout his tenure as the Head of the Supervisory Council of Continent Melvin and Continent Kino, Tino had dealt with all kinds of problems. Although the truth he had just discovered had nearly driven him to lose control, he was still capable of thinking clearly and finding a way out of the situation.

"Father?" Beny frowned.

Although Tino had always treated him coldly for reasons he had never understood, the old man had never once ordered him to kneel.

Laila also looked up at Tino in shock, just like her father.

"Didn’t you hear me?" Tino repeated. "Kneel before me!"

His gaze returned to Beny and his wife.

"You and your wife."

Then, he shifted his gaze toward Laila, the granddaughter he had always spoiled.

"And you, Laila."