A Potent Remedy


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    "I mean, it''s a pity for you," I said calmly, my voiceced with regret.N?velDrama.Org ? content.


    He looked at me, his anger seemingly abating. He seemed confused by my words.


    "You were supposed to be a capable member of the Huffman family, but you''ve strayed from that path."


    He suddenly looked at me as though he had found someone who finally understood him. With a hint of helplessness in his gaze, heined, "He''s never valued me."


    "What''s your name?" I deliberately stalled for time, wanting to y mind games with him. I was hoping to get some information about where my father


    was.


    "Mird Huffman," he said angrily. "All I remember is my surname, Mird."


    "That''s a pity," I repeated.


    He looked at me, growing more impatient. "Stop beating around the bush and get to the point."


    "Anson gave you your name, right, Mird?" I wanted to confirm this with him.


    "Yes, he did." He stood on a stool, studying me.


    "He meant for you to remember your original surname, even if you had be part of the Huffman family at the time. That''s why he made Mird your first name. Is that correct?"


    "Yes, that''s what he was trying to do," he replied.


    I boldly continued. My words were blunt, but they seemed to affect him.


    "It''s a shame. You were too impatient. If you had been patient and worked hard, you wouldn''t have ended up like this, someone else''sckey despite your sess.


    "You could have been master of the Huffman family. Even if you were just Anson''s son, you would be ranked above so many others as well." He seemed to take my words to heart.


    I continued, "You know Anson has no children, and he desperately wanted a trusted sessor. You seem smart. It''s a pity you didn''t think any further."


    "Do you think you have the right to criticize me just because you have the Huffman family''s jade pendant? Who do you think you are? Are you even fit to say that about me?" he snapped, his pride wounded by my words.


    "I don''t know if I''m fit to say that, but I do know this is why you failed. You refused to listen to him. You thought you knew what was best and acted like you were already the master of the Huffman family. You were too demanding and impatient, which led toyour downfall," I said with a smile.


    His eyes and clenched jaw showed his unwillingness to admit I was right.


    I was pleased at how my words affected him.


    "I don''t know you, but do you know why I asked your name?" I asked another question.


    He looked at me silently.


    "You were too impatient. You should


    have put yourself in Anson''s shoes and thought about it from his perspective. If you were Anson and you wanted to groom your sessor, would you make a


    decision like that so lightly? Wouldn''t you test their loyalty?


    "How else could he entrust the Huffman family to you? He even gave you the family''s surname, which meant he considered you part of them. What more do you want? Have you ever looked back to see if he did the same for someone else?"


    I bombarded him with questions, forcing him to confront his emotions. He didn''t seem to know how to respond.


    Seeing his confusion, I pressed on, giving him another dose of harsh truth.