Chapter 101 - Chapter 101: Chapter 97 Inferiority (1/2)
Chapter 101: Chapter 97 Inferiority
“Master Darren, be careful.”
In the banquet hall of the Fischer family manor, Vanessa held the small Lilian in her arms and helplessly gazed at the curious and extremely restless Darren, saying with some concern.
Seven-year-old Darren was standing on the table usually used for dining, his plump body jumping up time and again as he tried to reach the chandelier hanging from the ceiling.
“You’d better come down, if you fall, I’m sure Hospital Director Irene will have words with me.”
Vanessa helplessly put down the three-year-old Lilian and stepped forward.
Lilian’s hair, like her mother’s, was soft and light golden while her sapphire-like eyes were inherited from her father, pure and natural like the azure sky, quietly and curiously watching her brother Darren.
She was well-behaved, obedient, and sensible — a stark contrast to the always restless Darren.
Vanessa approached the table, intending to get him down, yet Darren didn’t listen to her at all.
Having mastered the Power of Consecution, she could jump onto the table and forcibly take the jumping Darren down.
But to jump onto the table herself would be quite unseemly, and Vanessa felt that doing so would definitely infuriate Master Darren.
Indeed, Darren shouted impatiently, “I won’t listen to you, who do you think you are? Stop meddling in my business!”
Vanessa frowned slightly; she didn’t particularly like Master Darren’s personality.
He behaved well in front of his parents and the Hospital Director, perhaps a bit too inquisitive, but when it came to dealing with elders otherwise, he tended to enjoy being mischievous and making trouble.
She thought it might be because of his young age, so his personality was a bit troublesome. He might grow out of it as he got older.
While pondering, Vanessa suddenly thought of Chris.
She actually remembered that Chris, as a child, liked to play pranks as well, but that teenager had become much more steady recently.
Only, that guy was still as taciturn as before.
Without Chris’s help, capturing those two murderers wouldn’t have been that easy.
She remembered how Old Abutte’s granddaughter cried outside the factory, feeling deeply uncomfortable inside, pitying that, in the end, both murderers were ransomed.
She had not been able to grant her real fairness and justice.
All thanks to Chris.
“Sister, what are you thinking about?”
The quiet Lilian suddenly asked, her large eyes filled with curiosity.
“Ah.”
Vanessa was taken aback, wondering how long she had been thinking about Chris.
She noticed that Darren, who had been jumping on the table, was also curiously looking at her.
“It’s nothing. Master Darren, come down quickly!”
She deliberately emphasized her tone, yet Darren, standing on the table, remained disdainful.
“Come down!”
A sudden voice made everyone present startle, with Darren feeling as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, scrambling down from the table.
“I, I’m sorry, I…”
Irene stood calmly at the doorway, her expression stern. Vanessa immediately went to her side and stood straight.
“Hospital Director, it’s my fault for not being able to supervise him.”
Irene glanced at Vanessa and said,
“You used to be the king of children in the hospital, but now I know you truly can’t control him.”
Because of the difference in status, Vanessa had to hold back when it came to Darren, but Darren keenly sensed that she posed no threat and thus could act recklessly without fear.
Irene knew that the years of careful nurturing had filled Vanessa with loyalty and gratitude towards the Fischer family members.
That Vanessa dared not be strict with Darren at least ensured that she would also not rebel in the future.
But Darren’s character education still had to be strictly addressed; it could not be allowed for him to continue misbehaving. At seven years old, it was time for him to rein in his character.
According to the discussions between Irene and Byrne, they intended to gradually instill the faith of the Lord of the Lost in their progeny starting at the age of ten.
Each descendant was extremely precious; although they were Extraordinary Exponents with the Power of Consecution, they were still bound by rules set by the gods, and the number of offspring of an Extraordinary Exponent was naturally limited.
Irene pondered silently; Darren stood in front of her, silent and trembling with fear.
He feared Aunt Irene more than his parents; she managed all of the family’s internal affairs, and even his parents struggled to intervene when it came to his punishment.
“Why did you climb up there?” Irene’s inquiring tone was very calm.
Byrne’s son was actually very clever, quick to learn anything and with a flexible mind capable of drawing inferences, it’s just that his personality was somewhat unpleasant.
“I just wanted, I mean, I wanted to…”
Darren stammered, his face turning red without being able to finish his sentence.
Irene calmly continued, “Did you want to see if you could touch the chandelier on the ceiling?”
“Mm-hmm,” Darren nodded after she finished speaking.
Irene said sternly, “You can’t do this again in the future; you will be punished by copying that mineral book your father has been reading recently. Vanessa, if he exhibits any more improper behavior, tell me immediately!”
“I understand.”
Darren deflated like a punctured ball but also breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, he wasn’t physically punished this time.
Once, he had accidentally set the curtains on fire and was severely beaten by Aunt Irene.
Vanessa stood silently at the side with her hands behind her back, not saying anything, just accepting the arrangement.