Chapter 813
I wasn’t pleased by the way Arnold questioned me.
“At the very least, he’s righteous enough to report it. Such things cannot be tolerated,” I asserted with a sense of justice.
Arnold looked disdainful and said, “Nonsense! Don’t admire him blindly. What’s the matter with you? You’re the classic example of a blind follower!”
“You just praised me a moment ago, and now you’re making me feel worthless.”
I glared at him in displeasure, but truth be told, I admired Arnold. He was fearless of anyone and spoke his mind freely.
His words, particularly those directed at Melvern earlier, opened my eyes to a new perspective. He seemed to hold everyone in contempt.
“Some things can’t be judged based on surface actions to determine good or bad. Sure, Atticus released his anger at that time, but have you seen the chain reaction since then? Did he really gain an advantage?” Arnold asked.
I frowned, thinking. I believed that Atticus became involved with Liora as a result of this incident, ruining his life for over a decade.
“Didn’t he suffer heavy losses for over ten years? He didn’t gain any advantage at all,” Arnold bluntly said. “If you ask him now if he had the upper hand in this matter, how would he respond?
“He didn’t gain any advantage. If it were today, I’m sure he wouldn’t make the same choices as back then. It was too hasty. He completely entangled himself, sacrificing four years of his youth, and even raising someone else’s child.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“The child under Atticus’s name isn’t his at all,” Arnold confessed.
“What?” I was even more shocked. This was beyond my expectations.
“Is the child Melvern’s?”
“How is that possible? Melvern is too cunning. If it were his child, how could the Thompson family have no chance of winning?” Arnold said. “Liora is just garbage. These years, she’s been flaunting herself under Atticus’s name, hasn’t she?
I nodded noncommittally. It was somewhat distressing.
Atticus got himself into this situation by trying to be righteous. It was no surprise he didn’t dare to take the initiative. I thought the higher he rose, the more cautious he became and the less he dared to be careless.
Arnold sighed. “For the past ten years, Atticus has been motivated by this incident. He built Echelon Group, flourishing in his career, but his love life was defeated. So, he could only bury himself in hard work.” Watching Arnold lounging on the couch with an air of satisfaction, I had some doubts.
“How do you know so much? Aren’t you always abroad? How come you’re so knowledgeable? Aren’t you supposed to be diligently studying every day?” I teased Arnold.
Arnold was about the same age as Atlas. He was only a few months younger, not much younger than me. On the surface, he looked like a kid, probably because he was the youngest in the Beringer family and was spoiled like a little child.
In reality, he had a very mature mindset.
“These things just require some brains. I may brag, but I practically used only half of my brain in those classes I took overseas.”
He looked pretty pleased with himself, lounging lazily on the couch, a face full of smugness.
“That’s why these matters are kept so confidential. Not even Grandma Rose mentioned them to me,” I said. “Atlas probably knows, right? But when I asked him, he couldn’t explain it clearly. I need an explanation from him.”
“He might genuinely not know. During that period, he wasn’t often in Foswood. Besides, men, who cares about the details afterward?” Arnold defended Atlas.
“I know all this because we used to
hang out with people from Foswood, the so-called Foswood Gang. We always gossiped about past events, especially since we had people around us who experienced it firsthand. You can’t keep secrets like these.”
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