Chapter 1298: Chapter 1298: Won’t Beg
A gone without a trace kind of situation.
While Jinlian was thinking, she hopped about the table, amusing herself.
Hannah stood up, took her phone, and dialed Arnold Simmons’s number.
Arnold was already on his way to the old mansion.
Hannah didn’t bring up what Jinlian had just mentioned but simply asked Arnold when he would return.
Arnold glanced at his watch, "When will your interview finish?"
Hannah’s fingers toyed with the tassels on the curtains as she looked up at the misty view outside. It was still morning, "Probably in about two hours."
The official recording time was only one hour, but additional footage might be needed afterward.
This was considered a very formal interview program.
The program was new on the platform, and the director invited was Adam Landon.
He was James Landon’s brother and also George Quach’s teacher.
Hannah had participated in his program once while she was still in the group.
They had some connections before, and this time it was like coming over to help a friend.
Arnold said, "I’ll come to find you after an hour."
"All right," Hannah smiled with a twinkle in her eyes and reminded him, "Be careful."
Arnold responded from the other end, waiting for Hannah to hang up first before putting away his phone.
The car had already stopped outside the gates of the old house.
It was a place that had been uninhabited for several years, lacking vitality.
Even though it was maintained by people, it couldn’t hide its decrepit appearance.
It was like a manor that had been forgotten.
Jimmy Simmons arrived early, first offering incense for his grandfather and parents before coming out of the room.
The door to the study was open, and Jimmy immediately saw Arnold standing in front of the bookshelf.
More than a decade ago, although Arnold had been taken back to the Simmons Family by Old Sir Simmons, he had no authority to go upstairs, let alone enter the study.
But now, these so-called rules had long lost any meaning.
Jimmy laughed silently, stepped forward, and said with less than respectful tone, "Uncle."
He didn’t close the door.
The elderly butler, after many years, saw the two men together and felt a wave of emotion.
After all, it was a sin committed by the Simmons Family.
The butler served tea, then turned and left.
Arnold looked up at the several family portraits displayed on the bookshelf.
It was a family photo.
Old Sir Simmons was holding a young Jimmy, beaming with joy. Behind him stood Jimmy’s parents.
At that time, Arnold must have been about seven years old.
He hadn’t yet been taken back by his so-called "father," and even though the life he led was tough, it was at least not as unbearable as it was later.
There were many family portraits on the bookshelf. Even the household servants and the nanny who looked after Jimmy were included, but Arnold was conspicuously absent.
Because in this family, he was an anomaly.
"You should know the situation of the Simmons Clan," Jimmy finally broke the silence. His eyes were downcast, filled with coldness and self-mockery, "Those old fools are pressuring me to find you, saying you are the only one who can save the Simmons Clan."
Jimmy was naturally defiant and rebellious, refusing to obey anyone; the misdeeds of his youth were numerous. If not for Old Sir Simmons cleaning up after him, he wouldn’t know how many times he would have ended up in juvenile detention.
Because of this, Jimmy had exceptional respect for his grandfather.
Arnold turned around and saw Jimmy’s clenched fists. He smiled indifferently, "So what?"
The man’s words were bland, yet to Jimmy’s ears, they sounded unbearably grating.
He looked up, let out a cold laugh, "Arnold, I won’t beg you."
