Brendan and the Silent Inheritance Chapter 4

Connor Wen's face was hot, remembering that he had just had a lustful thought about this boy...

He is actually Ethan Luo? !

Brendan Cao said: "Come in and sit down."

Connor Wen followed Brendan Cao to the office stiffly.

Brendan Cao invited the two to sit on the sofa and said, "This winery is invested by my friends and I. We usually have gatherings here, which is also a personal interest. I hope you can relax a little here. There are no outsiders here."

Connor Wen nodded.

Ethan Luo glanced at Connor Wen. Although he was only about ten years old, his eyes were quite deep and hard to read.

"Well, let's get to know each other first. I heard from Mr. Luo that you have never met before."

Connor Wen glanced at Ethan Luo and felt inexplicably nervous.

Ethan Luo extended his hand generously: "Uncle, I am Ethan Luo."

Connor Wen awkwardly stretched out his hand and shook his hand: "Connor Wen...don't call me uncle anymore."

The boy's hands were dry and warm, which made Connor Wen relax a little.

"Why?"

"You know your mother and I are not related by blood."

"Of course I know, but mom has always treated you as her own brother."

Connor Wen's heart ached, and he said sadly: "Anyway, don't call me uncle, it makes me uncomfortable."

Ethan Luo blinked his eyes: "Then how do you want me to call you?"

"Call me Brother Connor Wen."

"...All right."

Connor Wen coughed lightly. Although he didn't want to be called uncle, he still wanted to act like an elder in front of Ethan Luo. He asked, "How old are you?"

"fifteen."

Connor Wen rubbed his hands and said with difficulty: "My sister...what happened..." He felt his tongue was tied and it was difficult for him to speak.

Ethan Luo lowered his eyes: "It's better if you don't know."

Connor Wen didn't want to dig into the details. It would be too cruel to ask a child to recount how his mother died. He asked, "What about the funeral?"

Brendan Cao said: "The funeral has already been held. It was very low-key. This is what Mr. Luo wanted."

"There are some things I don't understand about the letter my sister left me." Connor Wen took out the letter, "What does it mean not to ask her... why she did this?"

Brendan Cao said seriously: "Mr. Wen, this is what I want to remind you. Please respect Mr. Luo's intention and don't delve into it. This is indeed for the safety of you and Ms. Feng."

"What does this have to do with my and my mother's safety?"

Brendan Cao glanced at Ethan Luo and considered his words carefully: "Ethan Luo's father and the family his father belongs to are not simple people. This is all I can say."

Connor Wen searched his memory, but didn't have much information about the man Yaya followed. After all, he was too young at the time, and he didn't have the chance to ask about Yaya when he grew up. He only heard that he was powerful. Could there be some unspeakable secret? Whatever it is, since Yaya and Lawyer Cao have warned him so, he will not risk his and his mother's safety. He nodded: "I know."

Brendan Cao also nodded: "Mr. Wen, I believe Mr. Luo has clearly stated in his letter the purpose of my meeting with you today. It is about Ethan Luo's upbringing."

"Um."

"Ethan Luo has no objection to Mr. Luo's arrangement. I wonder what Mr. Wen thinks."

Connor Wen glanced at Ethan Luo and said, "Do you think I can support you? I'm less than 20 years old and my monthly salary is 1,500 yuan." He pouted and muttered, "I was just deducted 500 yuan yesterday."

Brendan Cao said: "Mr. Wen, you don't have to worry about this. Mr. Luo has already prepared enough living expenses for Ethan Luo. Apart from the inheritance that Mr. Luo left to you and Ms. Feng, Ethan Luo's living expenses are also at your disposal, so you don't have to worry about money."

"It's not just about money. First, I don't know how to take care of a child. I can't guide you in your studies, nor can I cook or wash clothes for you...uh...anyway, I don't know how to raise you. Second, I can't let my mother know. I don't know how she will react."

Ethan Luo rested his elbows on the armrest of the sofa, propped up his chin, and looked at Connor Wen with a faint smile: "First, I don't need you to guide me in studying, cooking and washing clothes. I can handle these by myself. Second, my mother left the house to me, and Ms. Feng won't know."

"Then what do you want me to do?" Although they had only been together for ten minutes, Connor Wen could see that Ethan Luo was mature beyond his age. His speech and social responses seemed more steady than his own. He completely believed that Ethan Luo could take care of himself.

"Because my mother was worried about me being alone, and she only trusted you. She wanted to give me a relative. This was her last wish."

Connor Wen's heart trembled and he slowly lowered his head.

Brendan Cao said beside him: "Yes, Mr. Wen, Ethan Luo is more sensible than many children, but after all, he is only fifteen years old. Mr. Luo can only rest in peace if he entrusts him to you."

Connor Wen took a deep breath. The two words rushed into his eardrum without warning, stirring a string in his brain. He gritted his teeth and asked back: "Blind, eyes?"

Brendan Cao was stunned.

Connor Wen growled, "With eyes closed?!" He felt a surge of depressed energy in his chest running like a bullet, causing pain in his internal organs. "How can a person who commits suicide have eyes closed! If you can't let go of your own child, why do you want to die! Why! Natalie Luo, why the hell do you want to die!" Connor Wen's cry-filled roar echoed throughout the winery.

The next second, Connor Wen suddenly felt a warm hand ruffling his hair, then moving down, the fingertips brushed across his ears, and finally grasped the back of his neck and squeezed it soothingly.

Connor Wen was stunned. He didn't look back. The hand on his neck was big and warm, not like a child's at all.

Ethan Luo whispered in his ear: "Don't be sad, Mom has gone to a good place, a place without pain, deception and despair. This is her choice. She is free, and I am happy for her."

Connor Wen's body began to tremble. He pinched his knees and said, "Why do you think so... She's dead. You'll never see her again..."

Ethan Luo's eyes looked through Connor Wen, staring forward without focus. His pupils were like two bottomless black holes, faintly revealing a chill, but his voice was as warm as a spring breeze: "I can't leave her in a place that makes her suffer just because I want to see her selfishly. Uncle, don't be sad, you should also be happy for her."

Brendan Cao looked at Ethan Luo's childish face, his body trembled imperceptibly, he made a swallowing motion, and his ten fingers were unconsciously entangled together.

Ethan Luo noticed Brendan Cao's nervousness and smiled at him. His bright red lips with a perfect curve looked really beautiful. Brendan Cao also gave him a somewhat stiff smile in return.

Connor Wen took a few deep breaths. Although he couldn't understand Ethan Luo's thoughts, the gentle voice gradually calmed his impetuous emotions. He whispered, "Why are you calling me uncle again?"

Ethan Luo chuckled: "I forgot for a moment." Then he let him go.

Connor Wen sat back on the sofa and rubbed his hair vigorously: "Lawyer Cao, I don't know what I should do. Tell me, what should I do?"

"I have already prepared all the documents, you just need to take a look and sign them. In fact, you don't have to do anything special, as long as you treat Ethan Luo as a family member. I believe that you don't need anyone to teach you how to treat your family."

Connor Wen looked at Ethan Luo. He saw trust in the boy's eyes. He closed his eyes and nodded as if he had made up his mind: "Give me the file."

He read the document, but couldn't figure out much. The document clearly stated his and his mother's inheritance rights, but they could only be exercised after Ethan Luo turned 18. During this period, Ethan Luo had 10,000 yuan of living expenses per month, which he could control. If an emergency occurred, the emergency fund would be activated. The emergency fund and Ethan Luo's inheritance were in other contracts and had nothing to do with him, so he couldn't see them either.

However, he was indeed a little curious about how much inheritance Ethan Luo would get after he turned 18. After all, he had no idea how Yaya had earned or how much money she had earned over the years.

He signed after reading it, and his hands were shaking a little when he signed. He was too young at that time and didn't think clearly about what signing this meant. He just felt that he didn't want to disappoint Yaya's last wish, and getting such a large sum of money and a house was a good thing for him and his mother.

Brendan Cao looked at his signature and said with a smile: "Congratulations, Mr. Wen."

"Uh...oh." Connor Wen glanced at Ethan Luo. He felt a little awkward and confused.

Ethan Luo smiled and said, "Do you want to go home with me? It's not too far from here."

"Okay."

"It's not close. I'm going home so I'll take you there on the way." Brendan Cao said.

"Okay, thank you Uncle Cao."

Brendan Cao put Ethan Luo's bicycle on the back seat of the SUV and drove the two of them to Ethan Luo's home.

Connor Wen asked: "Ethan Luo, which school are you in?"

"xx Middle School."

"Oh, it's not far from where I work."

"Where do you work?"

"xx Road."

Ethan Luo smiled and said, "Can I come and play with you after school?"

"Okay."

Lawyer Cao interrupted, "Mr. Wen, what do you do for a living?"

"Stylist, I'm interning at Juxing."

"Juxing, it's quite famous."

Connor Wen was a little proud: "Well, it's one of the best styling studios in Beijing."

Brendan Cao exclaimed: "It's amazing. People like me who are clumsy can only do this kind of boring work."

Connor Wen rarely met elite people like Brendan Cao, and he immediately felt that he was indeed a lawyer, with style and good speaking skills. Although he didn't seem to have eight-pack abs, he couldn't help but feel a little excited, and he unconsciously became modest: "It's nothing special. My grades are bad and I can't get into college. This is my interest and it suits me better."

Brendan Cao said: "Haha, no wonder you are worried that you can't tutor Ethan Luo. In fact, you really don't have to worry about this. Ethan Luo's IQ is very high. His score for high school entrance is the first in the city."

Connor Wen was surprised: "First?"

Brendan Cao smiled and said, "Oh, I forgot to tell you that Ethan Luo is now in his senior year of high school and will take the college entrance examination soon. In fact, it doesn't matter whether he takes the exam or not. He has already received full scholarships and admission invitations without examination from seven top international universities, and this does not include good domestic universities."

Connor Wen stared at Ethan Luo with his eyes wide open, yelling in his heart, Damn, he’s a top student.

Ethan Luo blinked at him and smiled obediently.

After being surprised, Connor Wen felt upset again. He couldn't imagine what had happened to Yaya that made her commit suicide on the eve of her only son's college entrance examination? With such a beautiful and outstanding son, what had happened to her that made her willing to leave him and this world?