The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 234 Ch.233 Ending
That letter will never come back.

This is what a minority of people think ten days later - of course, most of the gentlemen and ladies who invested their entire fortunes still have high hopes for that 'mysterious financial institution':

They spoke for it everywhere, saying that it was just too much money and the agency couldn't make ends meet, that there were ocean storms, bad weather, ship breakdowns, pirates on the route, war in another country -

Various reasons.

They firmly believed that one or more of the reasons must have delayed their return, and soon, perhaps next month, the letter would be lying obediently in the mailbox, or the newsboy would find the servant and hand over the letter with both hands, which was stained with the scent of roses, with elegant words and beautiful fonts.

They believe it firmly.

And Isaac Brown was already in a state of panic.

He owed money to Chloe's family, owed money to many gentlemen and ladies, mortgaged all his property, and even "forged" a large loan from Paroyemed.

Not to mention the 'interest' he promised to these people, the loan from Palojemed alone would be enough to blow him to pieces after it exploded.

He cursed his own greed in his heart, but at the same time held a glimmer of hope:
It’s hard to say, maybe the organization is the same as what they said, so what was the reason for the delay?

He was in no mood to perform surgery or treat patients, so he got drunk in the office and stumbled back home.

The wife and son remained docile and asked the servants to prepare dinner.

After sitting down, the whole family was silent.

The wife obviously knew what was happening, but the son was just terrified by the depressing atmosphere.

My father was never like this.

But recently, he gradually lost his smile.

Every night after drinking, the next day, my mother's face would be covered with bruises and tiny bloodstains.

"Ma'am, sir."

The servant brought dinner, but was immediately waved away by the woman.

There were only three people from the family left in the restaurant.

"The hospital has been very busy lately."

Isaac Brown muttered. He glanced at the marks on his wife's neck and her red and swollen eyes, and his heart was full of regret: "...I will take care of it, Mary."

Mary Brown forced a smile and dropped her head again.

The knife cut the porcelain plate, making a sharp sound that made your teeth ache.

But tonight Isaac Brown was not angry at his son's "unruly" behavior. He was tired, very tired. All kinds of pressure piled up in his heart, like a mountain that he couldn't turn over, almost crushing him to pieces.

"Ugh…"

He sighed and put down his knife and fork.

"Isaac."

His wife suddenly called him.

"Isaac."

Her injured eyes were full of tenderness and sadness: "...Let's run away."

Click.

The hands of the dark green Dutch clock on the wall ticked slightly, and a clapping puppet popped out from a small door.

"what?"

"I say," the wife mustered up her courage, the veins on the back of her hand holding the silver knife stretched out pale blue: "Let's run away! Isaac, my love, let's leave at night, okay?"

"We fled to Bristol and took a boat out - where in the world could we not?"

"You are a medical genius, we can live well without having to live in London..."

thump.

The son put the teacup on the tablecloth, looked left at his mother and then at his father, not understanding what "run away" meant.

“We have nowhere to go…”

Isaac Brown dropped his eyes.

Now, he has completely fallen into the abyss of guilt towards his wife.

How roughly he had treated her in recent days...

And now, how much she misses and loves him deeply...

Isaac Brown felt deeply shameless and incompetent. The fists he had swung and the candlesticks he had raised now all turned around and hit his flesh and blood.

He seemed to be in the cangue, his whole body stiff in the chair, his fists pressed on the dining table, allowing the bright candlelight to expose his shameful and immoral behavior to his wife and son.

He is an incompetent father who has brought disaster to his family. "I'm climbing a cliff...Mary."

He aged many years in an instant, and the eternal fire in his eyes lost its fuel of ambition and greed, and was gradually extinguished by sighs.

"I thought, I thought I could climb up, dust off the dirt on my body, and from then on, become a refined upper-class person..."

The wife covered her mouth, lowered her head, and her shoulders kept shaking.

She was in tears, but she was afraid that speaking out would add to her husband's pain.

"I thought I could..."

But he can't.

A scam, a scam that he still doesn't think is a scam, took away all the wealth he had worked so hard to accumulate until now - as well as the future wealth he had overdrawn at the cost of his own life.

Everything, everything is gone.

It's all over.

He still remembered the happy laughter of the head of Paroyemed when he met with him a few days ago:
They talked about the country, women, where society should go, monarchs, and parties. They talked about how to guide the ignorant and stupid lower-class people, so that they would listen to their opinions obediently, share the same hatred for the enemy, and roar in the direction of their whips.

Like a faithful hound.

What a beautiful afternoon it was, it seemed as if all the days to come would be just like that day.

But now.

The oriole sings in the middle of the night.

Flickering candlelight.

A timid and cowardly son.

A wife covered in bruises and crying silently.

A family about to be broken apart.

This is all his fault.

Isaac Brown.

Why would you believe such a stupid scam?
When he beat his wife, he always disliked seeing the look in her eyes that said, "Believe me, dear, it's a scam." He hated this stupid woman.

How much disgust he once had, how much regret and remorse he now feels.

The impeccable hands moved, calculating the time until the end of the world.

Isaac wiped the corners of his mouth like a gentleman and put down the silk cloth.

"I will not allow the debt to spread to you and the children, Mary, my love."

Isaac Brown's eyes were firm.

He came to the study and left a message at the desk.

He did his best to explain the secret things he knew, and when he came out, he folded it several times and put it in an envelope.

Give it to the wife.

"This is the 'secret' of the Chloe family and some of its affiliated families... some important things I overheard from Namings Chloe when I was working with him. Mary, keep this letter, take our son, and leave at night."

Mary clutched her husband's shirt and shook her head.

"No! Isaac, no! I will never leave you... I swore when we were married that I would never--"

Isaac looked at his wife, and could still feel the residual warmth of the extinguished ashes in his heart.

Isaac Brown.

I have been blind for so many years.

The one who loves you the most is Mary in front of you.

Just like before.

"Believe me, with this letter, someone will protect you and get you out of this matter... No one can ask you for a debt, Mary... I beg you, even for the sake of our child."

He spoke so earnestly that tears even flowed from his eyes.

"Just let me beg you..."

"Mary."

"Let's live well with our children."

(End of this chapter)