Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 182 The sky is falling: Slandered and insulted for intelligence (2nd update)

Chapter 182: 182 The sky is falling: Slandered and insulted for intelligence (2nd update)

Zoe Bell frowned:

When did my brother become so brave!

He dares to talk to elders like that.

Although the younger uncle from the Hale Family isn’t very old, he’s said to have quite an influence at home.

Then, Wyatt Hale quickly rolled up to his own uncle, "It was Grandpa who told me to relay his exact words, Uncle, don’t blame me, even if I were lent ten times the courage, I wouldn’t dare to say that to you."

"I don’t blame you."

"Grandpa seemed a bit upset, you should be careful."

Wyatt Hale smiled very ingratiatingly and obsequiously, "Uncle, what have you been busy with lately?"

"Busy making money."

"Does that mean you can give more in red packets this year?"

"You haven’t even slept yet, and you’re already dreaming?"

"..."

Wyatt Hale was heartbroken.

Zoe Bell and William Hale walked behind, she whispered, "Uncle is even younger than I thought?"

"You thought he was very old?"

She nodded.

"He’s only four years older than me."

"No wonder."

"Does he look good?"

"He does look pretty good, his eyebrows and eyes resemble Grandma more, but sometimes he seems quite similar to Grandpa."

"No wonder you were staring."

"..."

This inexplicable hint of jealousy made Zoe Bell laugh out loud.

Who doesn’t like beautiful things, even when she sees a pretty girl on the street, she would also like to take a second glance, purely out of appreciation, and yet he gets jealous.

Realizing that the atmosphere wasn’t quite right, Wyatt Hale stuck close to Zoe Bell as soon as he entered the room.

At present, she was the thickest thigh in the house for him.

He must hold on tight.

Old Sir Hale saw his youngest son return and deliberately spoke in a teasing tone:

"Oh, who is this? Our prodigal son has finally deigned to come home?"

"Dad, Mom..." He greeted everyone.

Simon Hale and Logan Hale, the brothers, were also there and quickly stood up to greet their uncle.

"You actually know to come back?" Old Sir Hale snorted coldly and glanced sideways at his youngest son, "You’re always soaking around outside, do you even have your mother and me in your eyes?"

"Mom, I brought you tea." He took out a well-sealed canister from the bag he was carrying.

An out-of-print Da Hong Pao from the mother trees of Wuyi Mountain.

The Old Lady loved tea and could tell at a sniff that it was quality stuff, "Where did you get this from? This isn’t easy to come by."

One gram had once auctioned for over ten thousand.

"As long as one is determined, it can certainly be obtained."

Upon hearing this, the Old Lady’s mood instantly brightened.

Old Sir Hale was speechless.

Such flattery.

Narrowing his eyes slightly, he picked up the cup beside him and took a sip of warm water, waiting for his own gift.

However, someone then took out a beautifully wrapped box from the bag and handed it directly to Zoe Bell, "This is our first meeting, and I wasn’t sure what to give you. This is a ceramic incense holder I saw at an international ceramics master’s studio. I hope you’ll like it."

"Thank you, Uncle."

"As for the wedding gift, I’ll make it up to you when you and William have your wedding."

Zoe Bell smiled and nodded.

He also bought small gifts for the two sisters-in-law. The gifts were not of great value, but they were heartfelt.

The old man saw the bag in his hand emptied and his face turned black:

Turns out,

there was none for him?

This rebellious child,

was clearly doing it on purpose!

"What on earth did you come back for, you kid?"

"Of course, I have matters."

"Who leaked the news to you? Or is it..." Old Sir Hale hummed lightly, "Finn Hale, you wouldn’t have placed spies around me, would you?"

Finn Hale’s gaze lightly landed on Wyatt Hale, "Wyatt said so."

Wyatt Hale was dumbfounded and immediately jumped up.

"Uncle, you can’t slander me, I had no idea what was going to happen tonight, how could I possibly tell you."

"Is it because I just said that sentence about you, you’re deliberately getting back at me?"

"Grandpa—"

Wyatt Hale said as he threw himself at his grandfather’s legs, "You have to believe me, it couldn’t have been me, heaven is my witness!"

Old Sir Hale looked back at his youngest son.

Wyatt Hale indeed didn’t know in advance about Liam Hugh’s affair, and even if it were confirmed, both families would need to cover it up together, if for nothing else, then at least for the future of the Hugh Family.

After all, the man had passed away, and those who were still alive had to live well.

"Grandpa, it really wasn’t me, Uncle is bullying me, you have to stand up for me," Wyatt Hale was completely baffled.

"Are you sure you didn’t say anything?" Brock Hale raised an eyebrow.

"Dad, you don’t believe me either? I’m your own son!"

"Your uncle is my own brother too."

"..."

Wyatt Hale just wanted to bang his head against a wall.

Maybe dying on the spot would prove his dedication to the truth.

Or perhaps only a sudden heavy snowfall could let them see that he was indeed more wronged than Dou E.

He couldn’t bear such a huge bucket of dirty water thrown at him!

"Brother, do you believe me?" he turned to his older brother for support.

William Hale’s expression remained cool and indifferent, "I’m not sure whether you said it or not, but you have been beating around the bush lately, trying to pry information from me, which is indeed suspicious."

Wyatt Hale’s face fell, "I... I was just purely gossiping!"

Simon Hale: "I’ve told you before, mind your own business and don’t snoop around things you shouldn’t. Why don’t you ever listen?"

Logan Hale: "You’re really beyond help."

"For a college student, you sure do act like you’re in elementary school."

"You’re immature because you’ve never been smacked by society."

...

Wyatt Hale somehow became the target of everyone’s arrows.

Why did both cousins have to kick him when he was down? That’s none of their business.

In what family is the youngest not the darling? Yet, when it comes to him, everyone piles on the bullying.

Is there no justice left in the world?

Old Sir Hale frowned, "I knew it was you, boy. In this house, you’re the only one who’s always blustering about without any sense of propriety."

"The moment studying is mentioned, you play dumb, but when it comes to nosing around, nobody does it with more enthusiasm than you."

"When I asked earlier who informed him, you sure knew how to feign ignorance."

"Turns out you have quite a talent for acting."

"Grandfather, it really wasn’t me!" Wyatt Hale turned his head towards Finn Hale, "Uncle, whoever makes the accusation should provide the evidence. When did I ever tell you anything?"

"There’s chat history, and I recorded the phone calls."

Wyatt Hale was stunned.

Recorded?

Are you a designer or a spy?

You record phone calls with family members?

Are you alright?

This was a work habit of Finn Hale; sometimes, when talking to clients, their design requirements couldn’t be fully captured by memory or pen alone, so recording was naturally the most convenient and efficient method.

"Wyatt Hale!" Brock Hale frowned, "Do you realize that because of you, we almost had an incident tonight?"

It was a good thing the third one hadn’t completely lost his mind...

If it had really come to blows with Liam Hugh, causing his demise, once his white coat was stained with blood, it would never wash out.

"Dad, I just told my uncle that Liam’s grandmother had visited our place. I had no idea he would read so much into it," Wyatt Hale was nearly in tears.

Finn Hale nodded, "I thought you were hinting at something."

"I wasn’t!"

"My mistake for overthinking it, looking back now, you really don’t have the brains for it," Finn Hale clicked his tongue, "after all, you’re not your brother."

"..."

Wyatt Hale exploded with anger.

What did that mean?

Slandering me, throwing dirt on me, and now you’re insulting my IQ?

He was thoroughly infuriated, and glared fiercely at his uncle, only to be intimidated by a casual glance in return, so he immediately hid behind Zoe Bell.

"Sister-in-law, save my life."

Zoe Bell burst out laughing.

The family didn’t really want to revisit Liam’s incident, so they shifted the focus deliberately.

And Wyatt Hale became the scapegoat.

Old Sir Hale only glared at him then turned to Brock Hale and his wife, "You seem to have too much free time on your hands, suggesting you’re given too much pocket money. From now on, his living expenses are to be cut in half."

Wyatt Hale felt like the sky had fallen.

Meanwhile, Old Sir Hale gave his eldest son, youngest son, and William Hale a look, motioning them to join him in the study.

He needed to understand the full details of what happened tonight.

After a discussion, the old man couldn’t help but express his sentiments, "Alright, Brock, William, the both of you have been through a lot tonight. Go back to your rooms and get some rest early."

"What’s done is done; don’t dwell on the past."

The two nodded and left the study.

"Dad, I’ll go back to my room for some rest too," Finn Hale turned to leave as well.

"You stay right there."

"Do you need anything else?"

"You don’t have a wife, nobody is waiting for you to come to bed, what’s the rush?"

"Dad, that’s hurtful."

"The truth often is."

"Then why aren’t you sleeping, with a wife waiting, unless mother kicked you out again?"

Lately, due to the issues with the Hugh Family, both of the elders hadn’t been sleeping well; he would wake up several times a night, which his partner couldn’t stand, so she had him sleep in the guest room.

Therefore, this remark hit a sore spot.

"Get out——"

Old Sir Hale bellowed, enraged by his insolent son!