Chapter - 3139

Returns

“What?” Braxton was struck as if by a bolt of lightning, stumbling several steps back, and nearly falling to the ground.

Fortunately, the inspection police officers were there to lend a helping hand.

"Y-You must take full responsibility for your words and actions. If there's even the slightest falsehood in what you're saying, I will obliterate your entire family! How can there possibly be someone so incredible in this world?"

The inspection police officers nodded vigorously, affirming, "Mr. Braxton, we would never dare to deceive you!"

Braxton's eyes lost their usual sharpness, replaced by an expression of despair. "What can we do now? What on earth can we do..."

Even with the authority of the butler, there seemed to be no way to muster a force capable of rescuing Fergus. Furthermore, Braxton couldn't leave the Whittaker estate at this moment.

That day marked the day when Maximus Whittaker, also Fergus' father, was set to emerge from seclusion. Any slight mishap could lead to irreversible consequences for Maximus.

To prevent any mishaps when Maximus leaves seclusion, Braxton must maintain the family order around the clock, standing guard at all times.

Otherwise, even the slightest mistake could plunge Maximus into an irretrievable disaster.

What should I do?

Just when hope seemed to be slipping away, a muffled boom reverberated from the heart of the Whittaker estate.

Braxton's eyes lit up instantly, his face transforming with a mixture of surprise and joy.

If I'm not mistaken, that should be Lord Maximus emerging from his seclusion. Why not let him

handle this significant problem?

Maximus, with his immense experience and superior abilities, far surpassed Braxton in capability. He would surely be able to effortlessly resolve this major issue.

Braxton hastily made his way toward the center of the Whittaker estate-the Centerium Hall.

Centerium Hall served as the location for Maximus's solitary training.

To welcome Maximus's return, both young and old members of the Whittaker family, along with their servants, had been kneeling at the entrance of the Centerium Hall since early morning. The Whittaker family, being descendants of royal lineage, upheld the tradition of paying respects through repeated bows.

As the muffled sound echoed from Centerium Hall, a towering and robust figure gradually emerged.

Who else could it be other than Maximus himself?

Upon spotting him, everyone bowed nine times in unison, declaring, "Welcome, Lord Maximus, upon your return."

Maximus nodded in satisfaction, then scanned the assembly.

Soon, he noticed the absence of his son, Fergus, from the welcoming party.

When a father returned from seclusion, it was customary for his son to greet him. Anything less would violate the traditions set by their ancestors.

The elation that Maximus had initially felt diminished considerably in an instant. He questioned sternly, "Where is Fergus? Why hasn't he come to greet me?"

"Lord Maximus, I am deserving of death, truly deserving of death!" Braxton, amidst the kneeling crowd, began to weep bitterly.

Maximus' expression darkened, and he commanded, “Braxton, what happened? Stand and explain."

"Lord Maximus, I failed to protect Mr. Fergus, and he has been taken by villains. I am powerless to save him, and my life holds no value. I beg for your judgment, Lord Maximus."

What!

Maximus' face shifted to an ominous expression, and a palpable aura of danger radiated from him. He bellowed, causing a whirlwind of deadly energy to churn around him.

In his youth, Maximus had suffered from a stubborn ailment that had left him childless. He had traversed mountains and rivers in search of renowned doctors far and wide, but their efforts had yielded little success.

After many years of tireless effort, they had finally found a skilled healer who had blessed them with a child.

Given that Fergus was born to him in his later years, Maximus cherished his son beyond measure. He couldn't bring himself to scold or strike him; at most, he would offer a few words of guidance. Yet now, upon his return from solitary training, he was met with news of his son's abduction. How could he not be consumed by fury?

He strode toward Braxton step by step, unintentionally causing the deaths of two servants beneath his feet.

Braxton trembled uncontrollably, akin to chaff sifting through a sieve. He had a strong premonition: his life was on the verge of extinction.

Although Fergus' predicament had little to do with him, he knew that, based on Maximus' temperament, he would undoubtedly shoulder all the blame.

Sure enough, as he reached Braxton, Maximus seized him by the neck, lifting him off the ground.

For an instant, Braxton was left gasping for air, his face turning a suffocating shade of red, his vision blurred. He could even faintly discern the Grim Reaper beckoning him.

Maximus spoke with deliberate enunciation, each word carrying weight, "Tell me, who kidnapped my son?"

Braxton stammered, "I... I don't know..."

D*mn it!