Chapter 480 What About The Protection (1/2)

Myron's heart was in his throat. If he hadn't controlled himself well, he would have almost jumped out of the seat. Brother, have you finally decided to tell me everything?

No, no! Brother, didn't you say that you would protect her? Didn't you say that you would protect her in your own way? Then what was it now? What the hell was it?

Unbelievable, angry, Myron even felt betrayal. He didn't know whether it was his own feeling or his natural feeling for Lancy's unworthiness.

Myron was immersed in his own world, while Carl, as the most calm and rational person present, chose to wait and see.

Although he was a member of the Lu clan, there were some things that he couldn't interfere with.

Things were getting more and more weird. Who would have known that Marvin was injured? Who was so capable to hurt Marvin? That was what Mrs. Wilson thought. She was too stunned to close her mouth.

”Grandpa, they come for me, not for Lancy.” Marvin frowned. It was not difficult to see that he was not in a good mood. Anger was reasonable, and there seemed to be a bit of frustration in his suppressed anger.

The moment Marvin said this, there was a moment of silence.

Carl raised his head in astonishment. He didn't expect that Marvin would say that and take all this on him. Maybe others didn't know, but he did know it clearly. That person was obviously aimed at Lancy. Assassination, and so did this time.

Myron was also shocked, and then he lowered his head in disgust. He judged a gentleman in the heart of a villain. Unexpectedly, he has become a villain now.

Myron blamed himself, self abased and despised himself. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he couldn't compare with his brother, and would never be able to compare with him.

After all kinds of events, Myron's confidence was worn out unconsciously. He wanders on the edge of morality and justice. Sometimes for people, the biggest enemy is himself. There is nothing more aggressive than self pity and self repudiation.

Thinking of his dissatisfaction and suspicion towards his brother a few minutes ago, Myron wished he could slap himself. He was undoubtedly ashamed, but what was the use?

Whether it was for Marvin or for Myron himself, if Myron couldn't really let it go, these so-called tangles, shame, were useless at all.

Mrs. Wilson looked at Marvin up and down and found that he didn't seem to be lying. She tightened her grip on his ten fingers and believed what he said was true.