A Red Dead Redemption Story

Chapter 388 Trust me, kid, you can’t
"Tell me, who hit you." Arthur did not lower his voice, and everyone at the table heard it clearly.

Although Bryton had some opinions about Longer beating his daughter, just like Linda knew how to be patient and had to have an attack. As the owner of the Vincent family, Bryton naturally I better understand the need to do so.

"Jingle Bell"

So, as if he didn't hear Arthur's words, Brighton shook the hand holding the dish.

Soon, dishes covered with silver plate covers were brought out one after another by servants, then placed on the table and opened.

"Gentlemen..." Brydon was about to say a few words before starting the meal.

But Arthur repeated the question again.

"Who hit you?"

Linda bowed her head aside, she gently tugged on Arthur's clothes.

Although she was touched by Arthur's concern, Linda didn't want Arthur to get into trouble.

To be honest, Arthur didn't know why he was so angry, but he knew that he had to do something.

"Mr. Morgan, right?" Old Beckman looked at Arthur with his somewhat cloudy eyes and continued:
"Don't you know anything about table manners?"

Arthur smiled.

"Mr. Beckman must be an American, right?"

"Yes."

"We are all descendants of criminals who were exiled from Great Britain. They have to pay attention to these meaningless table manners. Let's wake up. No matter how much we pretend, we will not become a so-called aristocrat. So, why not be real? ?”

The classic Arthur brand of venomous tongue, not only scolded the old Beckman, but also Vincent.

Of course he also brought himself, but Arthur didn't care.

"Puff." Linda laughed approvingly, but except for her, everyone's expressions were ugly.

Whether it is the old Beckman or Brighton Vincent present here, it is normal for them to be rich, so the interests, nobility, and reputation are the most important things for them. What their circle values ​​and compares with.

Although he was offended by Arthur, Old Beckman still behaved very appropriately. He just said in a mocking tone:

"Young people, don't underestimate people like us. Those who have affected the situation in the United States in the past, present and future are those of us who are 'posing', who are 'acting for fun' in your eyes. Noble people can only win glorious epitaphs. , and whoever you call hypocrisy wins power and wealth."

Seeing the smell of gunpowder coming out of Old Beckman and Arthur, Brighton coughed hard and said:

"Mr. Morgan, I think if I don't answer your question today, I won't be able to finish this meal. Linda, tell everyone what's going on."

Everyone turned their attention to Linda, who had her head lowered. From his point of view, Brighton's approach was a very good solution. As long as Linda made it clear, then whether it was Arthur or not, Or others will not be entangled in this matter anymore.

Although he felt sorry for his daughter, it was right for Linda to be disciplined in Bryton's opinion. After all, years of doting had already made him suffer the consequences of running away from marriage. If Linda had been strictly disciplined earlier, perhaps, There will be no such twists and turns.

Linda was about to open her mouth to reveal this matter, but suddenly she felt her right hand being held by someone.Turning around, she saw Arthur giving her a supportive look.

Linda took a deep breath. She didn't know what was going on. As soon as she returned to this home, she would always become unlike her true self. The invisible shackles and Vincent's burden were always unknown. Unconsciously, she was asked to make some compromises and concessions.

She has had such a freewheeling life since she was born. Playing on the spot is her basic rule, and half-truths and half-falsehoods are the benchmark for her growth.

The huge wealth and family business are the stepping stones to her social status.

She was born with the mission of continuing this brilliance.

"I..." The rebellious words were already on her lips, but thinking that Arthur still needed his father's money now, Linda finally said with a smile:

"I'm fine, I just got hit."

Arthur looked at Linda who smiled at him after saying this. He instantly understood why Linda was so compromised.

"Are you worried that if you tell the truth, your father will take back the money you lent me?"

"..." Linda didn't nod or shake her head, but just told Arthur with her eyes, don't worry about this problem any more.

Seeing that Arthur did not understand what she meant and continued to speak, Linda whispered: "Arthur, stop talking. If you keep talking, not only will the money be taken back, but Beckman and my father will be offended at the same time. …”

After hearing what Linda said, Arthur knew that he was right. Linda did all this for herself.

"It's okay. Have you forgotten who I am? I am Arthur Morgan, believe me." After saying that, Arthur showed an affirmative smile at Linda.

Immediately afterwards, Arthur stood up directly. After giving Old Beckman a disdainful look, he turned to Brighton, whose face was obviously very ugly and said:
"Mr. Vincent, I'm really sorry to disturb your dinner, but I won't eat this meal. I will have your money returned to you in full tomorrow, intact. As for Lin, Da, I’ll take it away.”

"Arthur Morgan?! That's my fiancée!!"

Before Brighton and Old Beckman could say anything, Nemancha, who had been patient for a long time, roared and stood up.

To be honest, this is the first time Arthur has looked at Nemancha Beckman since he came in. It can be clearly seen that this boy has really suffered a lot during this trip to the west, with a bright look on his face. Not to mention the scars, he seems to have lost a lot of weight?

"Let's go, Linda." Arthur ignored the furious Nemancha, held Linda in his hands and prepared to leave.

And Linda didn't expect that Arthur, who had always shown great resistance to her various overtures, would be like this now. If she didn't consider this occasion and the consequences of this matter, then Linda would now I felt like I was almost overwhelmed by happiness.

"Asshole!" Seeing that Arthur ignored him, Nemancha took out a pair of gloves from his pocket and threw them at Arthur, and then shouted:
"Arthur Morgan! I want to duel you!!"

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Looking down at the gloves that were slowly sliding off his chest, Arthur looked at Nemancha who was blocking his face with an expression that looked like he was a fool.

"Listen, even if you really don't want to kill yourself, I don't want to dirty my hands. Do you understand me? I don't know what you thought you encountered in the west to make you feel that you are good. But believe me, kid, you can't."

(End of this chapter)