A Bumpy Road to Power

Chapter 711 - 711

"What's this about 'no matter what happens, it's someone else's fault'? You guys are being way too overbearing!"

Yorick Hall said mockingly.

Constantine Grant pointed at Dirk Carter.

Speaking excitedly, he said, "Back in the day, Faircloth Village was a backward, remote little village. There were over a thousand people in the village, and whenever someone got sick, there was only waiting for death. It was his parents who came to this village, and since then, the village's children can be born safely, and the elderly can live long lives. Do you know how many of these people have received the favors from George Carter and his wife? His family is the benefactor of our Faircloth Village. We value emotions and righteousness in Faircloth Village. As long as he is George Carter's son, he can do anything in our village."

These words were delivered with passionate fervor.

And they moved many of the elderly people to tears.

Constantine Grant looked at Blaxton Morgan.

And said, "Outsiders don't understand things, but how can you not understand? If your dad were still alive, he'd beat the crap out of you. Have you forgotten how you broke your leg back in the day by being naughty? If it weren't for Dr. Carter saving you, you'd be a cripple now. How can an ungrateful person like you have the face to stay in our Faircloth Village?"

After this reprimand.

Blaxton Morgan's face was filled with guilt.

He lowered his head, not daring to say a word.

At this moment.

Faith Hendrix stood up.

With her arms akimbo, she said, "Uncle Grant, what are you talking about? If I'm bullied by another man, should my husband just stand by and watch? How can you call yourself an elder? Should I, as a woman, have no dignity?"

Constantine Grant listened to this.

He was just about to speak.

Dirk Carter interrupted him.

He asked, "Uncle Grant, can I say a few words?"

Constantine Grant nodded with indulgence.

And said, "Child, go ahead."

Dirk Carter nodded slightly.

He said, "I won't explain what happened today, because no matter how I explain, they'll slander me. Hey, brother, can you please go to the bedroom and pick up the clothes on the floor for me?"

The fellow worker looked at Blaxton Morgan.

After getting his approval.

He rushed inside.

After a while.

He came out holding a couple of pieces of clothing.

These were the clothes Faith Hendrix had taken from the wardrobe for Dirk Carter to change into.

Dirk Carter hadn't had the chance to change before all this happened.

Dirk Carter took the clothes and directly handed them to Blaxton Morgan, asking, "Brother Morgan, take a look, are these your clothes?"

Blaxton Morgan suspiciously opened them and looked, shaking his head, and said, "They're not mine, where did they come from?"

Dirk Carter looked at Faith Hendrix.

Moments ago, Faith Hendrix was acting all domineering, but now she was completely tense, with sweat starting to bead on her forehead.

"This set of clothes was given to me by your wife, Faith Hendrix. Since they're not yours, whose are they?"

Dirk Carter opened the clothes.

The clothes were quite large.

Not at all a match for the petite Blaxton Morgan.

But in the room, there was someone perfectly suited to these clothes.

Everyone's gaze coincidentally turned to the chubby Yorick Hall.

"They're Mr. Hall's, I've seen him wear this set before."

A worker suddenly shouted.

Yorick Hall instantly realized things weren't looking good.

He waved his hands hastily.

And said, "They're not my clothes, they're not mine. How could my clothes end up in Morgan's house? It must be Dirk Carter's doing; he stole my clothes to frame me on purpose."

"Haha, Mr. Hall, according to you, I bullied Faith Hendrix and got caught red-handed by you all, and then I used these clothes to frame you—do you think that's possible? Unless someone knew in advance there'd be something happening in this room today, how else would it be such a coincidence?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Blaxton Morgan suddenly slapped his thigh.

He said, "Mr. Hall, you had me work the night shift at the site today, then suddenly brought us back, had us drink together, and after the drinks said it wasn't enough and wanted us to drink at my house—was this all prearranged by you?"

Listening to this.

Yorick Hall became even more flustered.

He stammered, "Morgan, how... how could that be? I didn't know... didn't know this would happen... it has nothing to do with me."

Constantine Grant had already sensed the situation.

He looked angrily at Faith Hendrix.

And asked sternly, "Faith, tell us, what exactly is going on?"

Faith Hendrix's nerves were evidently not strong enough.

Being shouted at like this.

Her body shuddered.

She raised her head to the villagers' questioning and angry gazes.

She couldn't hold it in anymore.

With a thud, she knelt on the ground.

Sobbing, she said, "Uncle Grant, Uncle Grant, I was wrong... It was Yorick Hall who told me to do it, he told me to deliberately seduce Dirk Carter, and then have our Morgan catch us in the act."

"You ugly hag, you're framing me!"

Yorick Hall realized things were bad.

He tried to rush forward to kick Faith Hendrix.

But was stopped by the villagers.

Constantine Grant asked, "Why did you listen to him?"

"He... I was with him... we two have been... boohoo... I can't say it..."

At Faith Hendrix's words.

Even if Blaxton Morgan were still ignorant, he would understand what was meant.

Furious.

He slapped Faith Hendrix hard in the face and yelled, "You wretch, slut! I earn money outside to take care of you, and you mess around with men at home. Do you even have shame? You even connive with outsiders to set me up, you're worse than pigs or dogs..."

"Boohoo... Morgan, I was wrong, I won't dare again..."

Faith Hendrix was beaten.

She covered her face and cried helplessly.

Blaxton Morgan turned his head.

He looked at the panicked Yorick Hall.

Yorick Hall's mind went blank.

He continuously stepped back.

And said, "Morgan, it was... an accident, it was all an accident... I didn't do it on purpose... Today's things are all Dirk Carter's fault, if our site goes down, none of us will make money..."

"To hell with your money! Do you think I'd trade my dignity for cash?"

Blaxton Morgan finally couldn't hold back anymore.

He directly flew at Yorick Hall.

Knocked him to the ground.

His fists rained down on Yorick Hall's body and face.

Apart from begging for mercy, Yorick Hall didn't have the strength to fight back.

Just like that.

After a brutal beating.

Yorick Hall became limp and lifeless.

Lying on the ground whining, he didn't even have the strength to speak.

Blaxton Morgan gasped for air and stood up.

Walked to Dirk Carter's front.

With a thud, he knelt on the ground.

With tears streaming, he said, "Dirk... leader, all my fault, I wrongly accused you, I apologize."

Dirk Carter wanted to help Blaxton Morgan get up.

But was stopped by Constantine Grant.

He said, "Tonight, you'll stay here kneeling, and at dawn, divorce that wife of yours. Such a woman is of no use keeping."

"Don't, Uncle Grant, don't, Uncle Grant, I don't want a divorce, I don't want a divorce!"

Faith Hendrix, although she had an affair with Yorick Hall.

She knew Blaxton Morgan was a good husband.

Upon hearing this, she began wailing.