<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 912 The Old Rules</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">A glint of frostiness shed through Nichs eyes, yet he remained silent. He nonchntly responded with a few words before standing up.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Mom, I’m full. I’m heading to the office now.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Do you have to go to the office today?” Elena asked.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Yes. I wouldn’t be of much help at home anyway,” Nichs said. Then, turning to Cassandra, he added, “You should stay home and help Mom with the party. Try not to show up in public if it’s not necessary.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The sentence following that was a reminder of the incident a few days ago where Cassandra had falsely used Cecilia of giarism online, only for her lies to be subsequently exposed.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Reluctantly, Cassandra held her tongue and said, “Fine.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The matter had blown up online, so she didn’t dare to express her anger toward Nichs at that moment.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">After Nichs left, he took out his phone and noticed several missed calls.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">It was the third son of the Murdock family, Francis.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nichs dialed back.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The call connected quickly on the other end. Francis‘ voice was trembling as he said, “Mr. Nichs, what should we do? My brother has been taken away by Nathaniel’s men.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Upon hearing this news, Nichs was not surprised in the slightest.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“He brought this on himself.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nichs knew his brother better than anyone else. Unless Nathaniel became a fool, no one could easily harm him.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Francis was now filled with regret. Why hadn’t he advised Ethan to stop?</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Sir, can you please save my brother? I’ve already lost my eldest brother, I can’t bear to lose him too!”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Francis had been hiding outside all this time, not daring to return to the Murdock family.</font></font>? 2024 N?v/el/Dram/a.Org.
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">As Nichs got into his car and gazed at the swiftly passing scenery outside, a cool indifference reflected in his eyes.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“I’m not some kind of saint, and besides, you’re well aware of how strained my rtionship with Nathaniel is. Even if I intervene and ask him to let go of your brother, he won’t do that.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">This was a subtle rejection.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Francis knew that Nichs wouldn’t save Ethan.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">He nced at Ste, who was equally anxious on the side, and found himselfpelled to speak again.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Can you promise to protect me? Everything I did this time was all under Ethan’s orders. I never intended</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">At this point, all Francis could do was toy all the me on Ethan in order to save himself.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nichs caught a crucial information in Francis‘ words, “Did you say he kidnapped Cecilia?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Yes, Ethan said that Cecilia is carrying Nathaniel’s child. Now, this is Nathaniel’s only vulnerability.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nichs gripped his phone tightly. “How is Cecilia now?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“I suppose she’s fine, but I’m not entirely sure. I didn’t partake in hurting Nathaniel, so I don’t really know.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">He kept distancing himself from the matter.</font></font>
Nichs couldn’t be bothered to ask more questions. Instead, he said to Francis, “I can spare your life, but what can you offer me in return?”
Immediately, Francis pledged his loyalty.
“As long as you save me, I promise to follow your every word from now on. I’ll even hand over my entirepany to you.”
Francis was nothing more than a rich and spoiled brat. Aside from his way with women, he was ipetent.
However, Nichs had a fondness for these seemingly useless individuals as they were easier to control
“All right.”
He ended the call, then turned to his subordinates and said, “Check on how Nathaniel is doing right now, and see if his wife, Cecilia, has run into any trouble.”
Inside the hospital, Nathaniel was lying on the bed as Mason reported to him about Ethan’s situation.
“He has already been locked up. No one knows why he’s suddenly gone mad now.”
Nathaniel refused to believe that he had really gone mad.
However, he didn’t utter any harsh words because Cecilia was by his side. He simply told Mason, “Proceed ording to our old rules.”
“Okay.”
After Mason left, Cecilia asked curiously, “What are the old rules?”