My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot

Chapter 279 - 271: Mr. Lowell, What Sharp Eyes

Aurora Sinclair’s cheeks flushed slightly. She replied in a small voice, "It was the script Mr. Beta gave me."

Meanwhile, in a small cabin 50 kilometers from Silverwood.

Beta Morgan, who had been snickering gleefully, froze the moment he heard this, his smile stiffening on his face.

After a long moment, he asked Benjamin Morgan in a daze, "Did Aurora just sell me out?"

Benjamin Morgan pushed up his glasses and replied with a hint of schadenfreude, "You’d better check the message from the Master."

Soon, Beta Morgan’s watch buzzed with an incoming message.

Beta Morgan flinched and looked at his watch face with a pained expression:

"Such a well-written script. Go switch with Elton Morgan."

Beta Morgan scrambled to save his own skin:

"Master, that was the script Fourth Master gave me..."

Alvin Morgan glanced at the reply on his watch and sneered.

***

「Elsewhere.」

Stephen Lowell went to the main house. Marshall Lowell was on a ventilator and oxygen, his eyes closed.

Beside him, Hugo Lowell was in slightly better shape. He was at least conscious and could still move his head.

The room had an unpleasant smell, so Stephen Lowell opened a window to air it out.

A young disciple was washing the two men. Upon seeing Stephen, he respectfully performed an Ancient Martial Ceremony and said, "Family Head..."

Stephen Lowell nodded and sat down beside Hugo Lowell. "Are you feeling any better today?"

Hugo Lowell had long lost his former vigor. He stared blankly at the ceiling. Since being crippled, he hadn’t spoken a single word, as if he had gone mute.

"Finn Lowell’s branch contacted me today. They offered to buy the Lowell Family’s entire legacy. I’ve agreed to give them a copy..."

Hugo Lowell finally reacted. Tears streamed from the corners of his eyes, his lips trembled slightly, and his dry throat seemed to struggle to make a sound.

"...Can’t... sell..."

"What else can we do? They’re numerous and powerful, and they come to cause trouble every day. I don’t want to drag this out any longer."

"Give it... to Ethan... and... Indie Lowell..."

Stephen Lowell froze. ’He wants to give the legacy to Indie Lowell?’

"Are you sure? Indie is in Sunstone!"

"Give it... to her... son... The legacy... won’t... be lost..."

Hugo Lowell stared straight at him, as if he had summoned all his strength just to finish that sentence.

Stephen Lowell sighed and tucked the corner of his blanket in. "Alright, I’ll give them a copy. What about the collateral branches?"

Hugo Lowell closed his eyes, clearly unwilling to give it to them.

A headache forming, Stephen Lowell left the main house directly.

Sylvia Linton, waiting outside the door, immediately handed him a towel and asked softly, "How is Dad’s condition?"

Stephen Lowell shook his head. "Same as always. By the way, I heard you hired a new caregiver? Where is he? I want to see him..."

Sylvia Linton offered a gentle smile. "Let’s eat first. I’ll call him over in a bit. I hired a new cook this time, too. The food should be to your liking..."

"Where’s Ethan? Is he still practicing in the backyard?" Stephen Lowell asked.

Sylvia Linton nodded. Ever since he returned from Sunstone, he had been like a different person, locking himself in the backyard every day to practice martial arts and ignoring everyone.

He had even moved his bedding into the small side room in the backyard, as if he planned to put down roots there.

"Has anyone brought him food?"

"It’s been taken care of."

***

「The Backyard」

A shirtless young man was mechanically practicing his punches. The sweat pouring off him had nearly soaked the ground in a circle around him.

Aurora Sinclair, carrying a food tray, crossed several courtyards to reach this secluded little yard.

Through the crack in the door, she could see a figure inside throwing brutish punches, as if competing with some unseen opponent.

Aurora Sinclair pushed the door open, but a cold voice from inside immediately snapped, "Don’t come in!"

"Madam sent me to bring you food..."

"Leave it outside!"

Aurora Sinclair paused, took two steps back, and placed the tray on the stone table outside. She glanced back one more time and couldn’t help but say, "You can’t box properly like that."

Ethan Lowell’s fist faltered for a moment before he turned, his face filled with rage, and struck the wooden post ferociously.

A CRACK of splintering wood was heard.

He spun around, his cold gaze fixed on the person outside the yard.

His breath hitched, and his eyes widened in an instant. As if hesitating, he took a few steps forward.

Aurora Sinclair immediately lowered her head and backed away, as if afraid of him. "Young Master, I’m the new help."

Ethan Lowell suddenly let out a soft laugh, then turned back to his punches.

’As if Aurora Sinclair would ever come to see me again...’

"Close the door on your way out!"

Aurora Sinclair silently breathed a sigh of relief and quickly walked away.

「That evening...」

Alvin Morgan officially started his shift.

A disciple from the Lowell Family watched as Alvin Morgan skillfully helped Hugo Lowell by wiping him down and turning him over before leaving, satisfied.

After the disciple left, Hugo Lowell, who had been keeping his eyes shut, suddenly opened them and stared directly at Alvin.

A smile curved Alvin Morgan’s lips as he pulled a chair from beside the bed and sat down.

Hugo Lowell’s eyes grew wider and wider. He said in a hoarse voice, "You’ve come..."

Alvin Morgan raised an eyebrow and said lightly, "Mr. Lowell, you have sharp eyes."

"I recognize... your breathing." It was difficult for Hugo Lowell to speak now; he had to pause for a while after every few words.

Although his martial arts had been destroyed, his hearing and sight were still intact.

"Is... she here too?" Hugo Lowell turned to look at the door, his heart tightening.

Alvin Morgan smiled, brought a loosely clenched fist to his mouth, and coughed lightly.

The door was soon pushed open, and a petite figure walked in.

She closed the door, turned around, and looked at him expressionlessly. "Who killed my master?"

Hugo Lowell’s pupils contracted, and his breathing seemed to grow ragged.

His gaze was fixed on her, as if trying to burn a hole through her.

’Such a frail-looking girl, yet her power has actually reached the level of a Regulator.’

Alvin Morgan coughed a few more times. "Mr. Lowell, she has a bad temper. It’s best not to make her ask a second time."

Hugo Lowell tried to suppress the terror in his heart, his lips trembling as he replied, "I... I don’t know..."

The Power emanating from Aurora Sinclair instantly surged. Hugo Lowell felt as if a giant boulder was pressing on his chest, making it impossible for him to breathe.

"Aurora... let him finish..."

Only then did Aurora Sinclair retract her Power. She pressed her lips together, her eyes fixed on him.

Hugo Lowell gasped for breath, his forehead covered in sweat. His face was ashen, completely devoid of color.

"It was always... my father who contacted him... I only saw him once... He was wearing a black cloak... and a silver mask... The design on it was... a spider..."

Aurora Sinclair’s eyes narrowed instantly. The man she had seen at Maple Leaf Valley had a spider on his mask.

"Morgan, it’s the killer from Maple Leaf Valley."

Alvin Morgan pondered for a moment, then suddenly brought up something else. "Aurora, do you remember Lord Serpent from the Masovian branch of The Shadow Organization? The design on his mask was a snake."

Aurora Sinclair’s expression darkened even more. She glared at Hugo Lowell, her fists clenched tightly once again.

’If those two are connected, then there must be a hideout for The Shadow Organization in Kingsford.’

The moon rose above the treetops, the night sky starless.

Frosty moonlight spilled into the room through the window.

It looked almost dreamlike.

The room was silent, as if no one was there.

Aurora Sinclair suddenly stood up and walked toward the door.

Seeing this, Hugo Lowell used all his strength to say, "Guardian... I beg you, spare the Lowell Family..."

Aurora Sinclair’s steps faltered for a moment. Without turning back, she replied in an ice-cold voice, "For centuries, the ones who refused to let the Lowell Family go were you yourselves."

Hugo Lowell was stunned. Then he began to laugh, his hoarse cackles tinged with desolation and sorrow.

After a long time, Hugo Lowell said in a low voice, "Young Lord Morgan... The Lowell Family’s ultimate techniques, can you give them to... my grandson for me?"

Alvin Morgan, propping up his head, gave him a look that was not quite a smile. "He’s not your grandson."

Hugo Lowell’s breath caught. He seemed to let out a sigh. "Give them to him..."