O'Hara jumped off the horse with some restraint and bowed to Mr. Howlett, saying nothing. James walked up the steps and said, "Mr. Daniel has a half-day off today. You can't blame us wrongly."

Mr. Howlett laughed heartily, ruffled James' hair, and said to Victor: "Black Mountain's coat color has become more and more pure recently. You did a good job Victor."

"This is what I should do, Mr. Howlett." Victor responded softly, and this steady look made Mr. Howlett nod slightly.

"Okay, I haven't moved for the past few days. I'm taking Montenegro out for a walk. Do you want to come with me, James?"

"That's great, Grandpa, I've always wanted to try riding the Black Mountain!" James sheep replied happily. Then he told O'Hara to play for a while and then go back, followed Mr. Howlett out of the stables.

Even ordinary linen shirts and wide-legged trousers that come standard with jeans, Mr. Howlett wears them with a special flavor. He is not the kind of elegant and noble person who has been a noble for many years, but rather has the heroic spirit and actions of a veteran in the army.

There was a neatness in the moment. He bent down and lifted James up onto the horse, took the reins, and the two of them rode on the vast pasture.

"Jamie, what do you think of Victor?" Mr. Howlett asked.

"Young and mature, calm and powerful." James replied briefly and quickly.

Mr. Howlett looked at his little grandson in surprise, raised his lips and praised: "It seems that you are really good at studying now. Daniel was right, you are really making great progress." Howlett

Mr. Te nodded repeatedly and strode forward happily.

James thought about it for a moment and said to Mr. Howlett: "Grandpa, I heard that Victor's father...well, is not easy to get along with?" Mr. Howlett did not answer directly, but just said: "What do you have?

Let’s finish what you want to say first.”

"That's right, Victor is an available person. In the future, I will need people to manage the family's business. Loyalty cultivated since childhood is naturally the strongest. But I heard that Victor and his father Thomas Logan

We don’t have a good relationship with my husband. It is said that Mr. Logan not only drinks too much and never takes care of Victor, but also often beats, scolds and whips him. I hope to improve Victor’s situation to a certain extent, so that he will definitely benefit us.

I am very grateful.”

Mr. Howlett looked at James with an increasingly different look. He asked, "Then what do you think we should do?" James thought for a moment and said calmly: "It is better to let Mr. Logan leave the manor and go farther away. Give it to him.

A position with little power, but where you can live a more prosperous life, such as taking care of the cattle ranch in the north or the cotton garden in the east. In this way, Victor can not only leave him, but also grow up under the care of the Howlett family.

, I will definitely be able to serve the family well in the future.”

Mr. Howlett, who slowed down his pace, let out a long sigh: "I have estimated your growth as much as possible, Jamie, but you still surprise me so much. I still underestimated you. Very good, very good

, very good! He is worthy of being the grandson of my William Howlett!" James lowered his head shyly, wondering in his heart whether this idea was worth being so happy about. Then he thought about it, after all, he was only "twelve years old" in the past.

He is a weak and introverted character, so it's no wonder that old Howlett is so happy.

Mr. Howlett, who was slightly calmer, continued: "It's very good that you think so. As the future successor of the family, you need to make such considerations. I have felt for some time that Thomas Logan will cause trouble sooner or later if he stays in the manor.

If something goes wrong, you don't have to worry about this matter. Grandpa will give you a satisfactory answer."

The grandfather and grandson lingered for a while, and then went back to prepare for dinner. This was an idea that James had thought about for a long time, and things had been going surprisingly well so far. He had thought about various possibilities, and the safest one was to kill Thomas.

·Logan, but as his true biological father in this life, although James does not have much resistance in his heart, he does not want to bear the consequences of patricide.

He is unwilling to do this unless he has to. Besides, he is only in his teens now. Even if there are certain means to deal with Thomas Logan, he still needs to bear great risks. Letting him leave the manor is the best choice, even if

Whether he is unwilling or refuses, Mr. Howlett has plenty of ways to deal with Thomas Logan, and as long as Logan is not crazy or wants to commit suicide, he will not publicize the matter with Lady Elizabeth.

James, who felt relieved, ate another steak in the evening. He now eats more and more. Practicing Qigong in the past few months has obviously promoted his physical development, and he doesn't get sick for no reason like before.

After dinner, Mr. Howlett mentioned to John and Elizabeth Yin that he wanted Thomas Logan to go to the northernmost cattle ranch to take care of fodder and other supplies, and to give him a relatively generous weekly salary and a small house. Elizabeth Yin was delighted.

He supported Mr. Howlett with all his heart, and the title of indifference was entirely up to his father.

John was a little opposed, saying something like Thomas would come out sooner or later. Mr. Howlett couldn't help but be dissatisfied with this weak-tempered and indecisive son. He just thought that his grandson was a man who could achieve things, and he felt a little more comforted.

.

Everything seemed to be in order, and the manor seemed to have escaped a possible storm.

Faced with such a promotion, Thomas Logan unsurprisingly refused, but when Mr. Howlett coldly told him to leave the manor if he didn't want to go and go wherever he liked, he gritted his teeth and agreed. That night,

He tried to get close to Elizabeth Yin, tell her all this, and wanted to advance their "elopement" plan, but coincidentally, Mrs. Howlett had been reclusive recently, giving him no chance to meet and talk.

The weather in Alberta has been gloomy and uneven recently, as if something is brewing.

At night, a dull thunderstorm sounded in the dense sky as black as thick ink. In this era, when there is no moonlight or starlight, it is really dark outside.

Thomas Logan sat on his old cloth sofa, his body sunk deeply into it, holding a bottomed bottle of rum in his hand, and two empty bottles at his feet. Victor had already hidden himself

I was lying in the room, not knowing whether I was really asleep or deliberately silent, as if I didn't exist.

Logan's dark and red face was full of ferocity, and he was roaring in his heart, accusing everything. The alcohol burned Lake Thomas Logan's head, and his brain, which was already full of muscles, was filled with alcohol.

Motivated, he stood up excitedly, grabbed the shotgun standing by the bed, opened it and looked at the bullets loaded in the gun chamber, then with a shake of one hand, he loaded the butt of the gun.

Thomas Logan pushed open the door and strode out. Finally, there was a thunderbolt in the sky and heavy rain poured down.

After all, Mr. Howlett was old, and he had not fallen asleep on such a rainy night. The old man was tossing and turning in bed, feeling a little uneasy. There was a faint sound of banging on the door downstairs, but it was not due to the interference of the heavy rain.

Very clear.

boom!

The loud noise of the shotgun blasting through the door completely woke him up. Mr. Howlett suddenly turned over and got out of bed, took out the short musket in the bedside table, checked it, and quickly walked out of the room against the wall of the corridor.

"Yin Lisabai! Yin Lisabai!"

Thomas Logan kept shouting, wandering in the hall of the main building of the manor and shouting, with his head red like a fighting cock. John also put on his clothes and left the room. He reassured his wife not to move and stay in the room.

.I bumped into my father by the stairs.

"It sounds like it's Thomas. I'll go take a look. Father, please go back and rest. It'll be okay."

The old man wanted to grab his son, but he only grabbed the corner of John's clothes. John said "Don't worry" and ran away with his bare hands.

Mr. Howlett hurriedly went down from the other side, called four men who had already woken up and picked up their weapons, nodded slightly, and followed quickly with his men.

Just as he was approaching the hall, there was a bang and the blast of a shotgun sounded again. His heart sank. The old man trembled anxiously with his beard and stepped up the steps in two steps. He only saw his son wearing a white coat.

The long gown and pajamas lay in a pool of blood, and the whole chest was soaked in bright red.

Thomas Logan stood aside, panting heavily and holding a gun, as if he was a spectator.
Chapter completed!