See You Never, Mr. Lamont

Chatper 252

Chapter 252 The Fa rthest Distance

How did my father die? He fell into depression upon hearing the news of his death and committed suicide on the anniversary of his death.

He narrowly escaped with his life, but his father’s death was his everlasting pain.

Edmond’s thin lips curled into a cold sneer. “You were clearly not dead, yet you hid and watched the spectacle. Tristen, your heart is colder than mine.”

Tristen’s face gradually lost its color: “Stop talking!”

He grabbed Edmond’s collar excitedly, yelling h oar sely, “Dad is dead! Don’t use him to provoke me. If it wasn’t for you, Dad wouldn’t have committed suicide at all. Edmond, I shouldn’t have saved you in the first place!”

Edmond’s eyes were filled with indifference.

Tristen was right, he indeed saved his own life.

On the day of the accident, he and his friends were discussing a motorcycle race. Later, a sudden fire broke out. Tristen, who was having a meeting not far from him, risked his life to rescue him after learning about his situation.

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Only after he woke up did he realize, Tristen was dead.

He gave himself the gas mask, trading life for life.

Later on, he developed a hidden ailment. He was afraid of fire, heat, and anything related to fire.

In the second year, my father committed suicide on the anniversary of Tristen’s death. After that day, he changed his temperament, locked himself in the company, and took over the Lamont family. Within a year, he increased the company’s net profit by five times, pushing the Lamont Group directly into the front row of Wyvernport.

He took care of Rosalie without any boundaries, also to repay a debt, the debt of Tristen trading his life for his.

“Everything of the Lamont family was originally mine,” Tristen said, staring at him steadily. “Since you’re here, don’t leave.”

Edmond frowned warily, gradually, he suddenly felt weak all over, “You…”

“You’re already dead, might as well die thoroughly, my dear brother…”

In a haze, Edmond heard Tristen’s voice and lost consciousness all over his body.

In the backyard of the Johnson family, Claudia and Horace sat facing each other.

“When Tristen came to me, he only mentioned borrowing a venue and needing a journalist’s contact information,” Horace said, his face falling. “If I had known what he was up to, I would never have helped him. Seraphina, would you believe me? I know what Edmond means to you, you should know, I’m not that kind of person.”

Claudia tightened her fingers, smiling calmly, “I believe in you

Horace breathed a sigh of relief. Just then, his phone, which was on the table, rang. Seeing the caller ID. Horace’s face stiffened.

Claudia took a glance, the name “Tristen” strikingly caught her eye.

Horace hung up the phone impatiently. Not long after, the phone rang again.

“Go ahead.” Claudia laughed generously, “It’s okay”

In the end, given her relationship with Horace, there was really no need to explain so much. Whether she believed it or not wasn’t that important.

Even if Horace hadn’t helped with the matter concerning Tristen, that person would have sought help from someone else.

Under the bombardment of the phone ringtone, Horace turned on the

speakerphone.

Tristen’s gentle voice came through, “I have some good news for you.”

Horace’s heart tightened, remembering Claudia was still in front of him, he coughed lightly as a warning, “Tristen, I helped you before because of Edmond being your brother, but if anything happens in the future, I won’t help you again.”

Upon hearing this, Tristen’s voice fell silent for a few seconds.

Tristen had originally planned to tell Horace that Edmond was still alive, but from the sound of it on the phone, there seemed to be other people around Horace.

He keenly sensed that Horace wanted to keep his distance from him at that time.

A cool breeze blew by, and a “whooshing” sound came from the phone.

Horace kept a straight face, but his heart was pounding inside.

He didn’t know if Tristen could understand.

“I understood, Mr. Ferguson… Thank you, and, goodbye.”

Tristen quickly hung up the phone.

Horace felt a sense of relief in his heart and said to Claudia, “I have already kept my distance from him.”

Claudia nodded, just then, her phone rang.

It was Pedro’s phone call.

“Tristen carried a person out, he was driving towards the northern suburbs. Do we need to follow?”

“Follow!” A single word, it contained a thunderous decisiveness.

Seeing her stand up, Horace also rose to his feet. Just then, his phone vibrated. It was a message from Tristen: I have some bad news, Edmond isn’t dead. But I have some good news, he’s about to die.

Upon seeing this sentence, Horace felt a chill run through his body and abruptly turned to look at Claudia.

The sun was setting in the west, she was wrapped in a large fluffy sweater, which kept her warm and made her look petite and adorable.

The faint yellow sunlight cast a gentle halo on her profile, making her eyes astonishingly bright.

“Mr. Ferguson, I had some other matters to attend to, so I left early.”

After she finished speaking, she stood up quickly without waiting for

Horace’s reaction.

“Wait!” Horace called after her.

Claudia halted, slightly turning her head, her eyes and brows radiating a brilliant smile, yet with an insurmountable distance.

“Something wrong?”

Something was wrong, of course something was wrong!

For a moment, he didn’t know how to explain it to her.

If he told her that Tristen had texted him, it would confirm his relationship with Tristen. But if he didn’t show her, he was afraid she would resent him once she found out the truth.

In just a few seconds, he made a quick decision.

Horace quickly walked up to her, handed her the phone, and calmly said, “Tristen sent me a message, I’m not sure if it’s true or not.”

Claudia was taken aback, her gaze falling on her phone. Seeing the message on it, her complexion changed drastically.

My heart felt as if it was being gripped by a wire, with streaks of blood seeping out.

Was Edmond still alive?

Was he really still alive?

“Thank you.” Claudia gratefully smiled at Horace, then quickly walked out of the back garden.

In the lush and colorful greenhouse, she moved about, leaving a trail of floral fragrance behind.

Horace gave a bitter smile and lowered his head.

He knew that once the news of Edmond being alive broke out, his engagement with Claudia would no longer be possible.

But loving someone, inherently involves giving and receiving.

Horace clenched his fists, quickened his pace, and swiftly followed.

On the northern suburban road, Tristen was manipulating the steering wheel, his foot on the accelerator as if he wished he could press it all the way down.

The car was moving at a high speed.

He glanced at the man lying in the back seat through the rearview mirror, his eyes cold and terrifying.

Not far from his car, a Benz G-Class was moving quickly, keeping up with the car in front at a rapid speed, regardless of whether it was a muddy stone road or a mountain road.

Pedro, wearing sunglasses and with his arms crossed, lazily sat in the passenger seat.

“The person in the car was Magnus, did the boss really say to save him?”

“Yes.” Pedro’s face was extremely indifferent, “No more words, drive

your car.”

This Magnus, it seemed like he was recently pursuing Claudia.

He didn’t dare to think whether Claudia had fallen for Magnus.

The driver was a fat man, who quickly shut up upon hearing Pedro’s impatient words.

He was just an old hand within the group, and the recent appearance of the boss gave him confidence again.

People in the organization never lacked money, but they feared losing their faith.

The eldest was the spiritual belief of them all.

The chubby driver was chewing gum, intently watching the car in front

of him.

The boss said that the person who needed to be saved, must be saved.