A Red Dead Redemption Story

Chapter 450

early morning.

In the house Arthur arranged for Geraint's unmarried wife.

The child was sitting on a chair grabbing food with his hands, while Geraint was reading a newspaper to cover up the embarrassment caused by the silence in the room.

After being sent back by Arthur's driver last night, it was already late, so Geraint spent the whole night on the sofa in the living room. Now, looking at Angie who was making breakfast, Geraint finally decided to break This suffocating silence.

"Hey Angie, look at this bullshit report."

"Geraint?" Angie looked back at him accusingly, the meaning conveyed in her eyes was very clear, that is, the child is nearby, please pay attention to your words.

Geraint glanced at the child who was even named by his father. He put a spoon in his hand and said:
"Take this and put the food in your mouth."

Although the child no longer touches the food with his hands and then licks it, the difference is only from licking his hands to licking a spoon.

After Geraint tried a few times, he gave up trying to correct it.

"Look at this news. What kind of tabloid is this? It says that the boxing champion is anti-war and is not evading military service. It's nonsense. But it's still attacking our Morgan family?"

If Geraint looked carefully enough, he would see that the signatures of several articles in this newspaper called the Pioneer Times were none other than Chiou, the newcomer of the Le Moyne Cantonal Journal back then, but Chiou is now the editor-in-chief.

"Tell me more about it?" Anji's tone was very flat, but it was obvious that a large part of the reason why she ordered this newspaper was to read this.

Geraint didn't want to go into details.

"There's nothing to say. It's all nonsense. It's all nonsense."

Angie put down the spatula in her hand and objected:

"If it was all written in random order, how could it be published in the newspaper?"

"Don't be naive, Angie, money can make all the difference, they are just jealous," Geralt retorted.

Finally, Angie stopped what he was doing and turned around to glare at Geralt.

"What's wrong? Why are you staring at me like that?"

Geraint also put down the newspaper in his hand, and then looked at Angie.

"...You can't do this, Geraint, you can't leave me and the child behind, disappear without a word, and then suddenly appear again without giving me any explanation, and then behave like this, as if Nothing happened, everything is normal?" Angie said.

"I thought dad and the others would take good care of you..."

"I thought you wouldn't leave me behind?...Forget it, I don't need their care, I can go out and find a job on my own."

"Stop joking, come back home with me and Prince later."

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Flavian Street, the Morgan family mansion.

There were some empty seats on the dining table today. Arthur sat at the main seat, eating his own breakfast. In the seat on the left, Betsy quickly finished the breakfast on the plate, and then said:
"Dad, I'm getting ready to go out. Is there anything you need me to do for you?"

Arthur smiled and shook his head. There was nothing Betsy needed to do for him, but he was a little curious about what his daughter was going to do in such a hurry.

"You must have fallen in love with someone's brat, right?" "Huh? Dad, stop joking. I don't like those guys who don't understand anything." Betsy firmly denied it. .

"Okay, so what are you doing?"

"I didn't attend the last dinner of the Women's Alcoholics Anonymous League meeting yesterday, so I have to participate in today's parade." Betsy said as she took the coat from her assistant, put it on, and was about to leave.

"Regarding this Alcoholics Anonymous Alliance meeting, what other demonstrations are there? Betsy, you don't really support banning bars?" Arthur asked with some uncertainty.

When hearing Arthur's question, Betsy said with some confusion:
"Seriously? Let me tell you a little secret. I stole the bottle of whiskey you treasured and drank it with Hans and Geraint."

"Haha." Arthur smiled and shook his head and said:
"be careful."

"I know, I'm leaving." Betsy, who had already walked to the door, quickly came back, kissed Arthur on the cheek, and said:

"You made an appointment with the doctor for a physical examination today, don't forget it."

"I know." Arthur said with a pleased smile.

Betsy has been Arthur's little angel since she was a child. As an old father, as time goes by, Arthur becomes more and more worried that the cabbage he raised will take advantage of an unknown wild boar.

Stopping these messy thoughts, Arthur looked at Hosea who was sitting there reading the newspaper and asked:

"Hosea, why are you so quiet this morning?"

Hosea shook the newspaper in his hand, frowned and said:

"I saw a few of our old buddies in today's paper."

"Huh?" Arthur looked like he was all ears.

"Do you remember Javier?"

Since rescuing Javier and Bill by feigning death, Arthur has not seen or contacted them for a long time except for hearing some news briefly.

"Of course, all I know is that he seems to have gone back to Mexico?"

"Yes, but judging from the reports, he not only returned to Mexico, but also started some profitable business on the US-Mexico border."

Although the content of Hosea's words sounded like a good thing worthy of being happy for Javier, his tone made Arthur understand that Javier was definitely not doing any serious business.

However, as for Hosea describing it in such a tone, Arthur could probably guess what kind of business it was.

"So, he reported it?"

"Well, there was a conflict with the border police, and a few were killed. They were wanted and arrested, and they will be sent here soon." Hosea said regretfully.

Seeing this, Arthur showed a comforting smile and said:
"You choose your own path. Hosea, you are old and I am not young anymore. I can't worry so much anymore. By the way, how many did you just say? Why, besides Javier, there are also Anyone?"

"Bill, he's dead. Reports say that he organized a group of people in New Austin State to occupy Fort Blossom, and they have been doing robberies and kidnappings all year round. They were eliminated by the local government's militia and police a week ago. "

When Hosea said this, he put down the newspaper in his hand. Just when Arthur thought that a newspaper happened to report two old guys was the limit, he only heard Hosea continue to say:
"Dutch and his new Vanderlinde gang sacked Armadillo Town..."

"He's really..." Arthur didn't know for a moment whether to use 'old and strong' or 'unchanged' to describe Dutch.

(End of this chapter)