The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 491 Ch.490 The man who regained his life and his house

Wells Sr. had mixed feelings about Xander Collins.

First, he thought that the girl was not very intelligent - if he were still a wealthy man, he would definitely think so.

But now he is a poor, old loser riddled with all kinds of diseases.

Then, he couldn't help but be moved by this girl's behavior: this stupid girl.

he thought.

This stupid person will definitely be deceived in the future. If I want to do it again, I will never take a look at it...

Sincere fool.

He thought like this, but he couldn't help but shed tears that were stimulated by this 'stupid' man's behavior.

At the end of his life, he was helped by someone he had never thought of helping.

"…Thank you, Miss Collins."

"I don't know how to thank you..."

He really didn't know.

Because the garbage in the room was not cleaned at all - Xander and the coachman just scrawled a place for the three of them to sit.

Soon, the driver left.

In the next ten minutes, Xander talked to him like a girl next door, regardless of etiquette: during this period, some words that a real lady should not use frequently appeared.

Wells had hated it before, but now it felt extremely real to him.

And then.

The coachman is back.

After he whispered a few words to Xander, the two men stood up and helped old Wells, took him out of the room and put him on the carriage.

Silent, custom-made carriage.

They left the East End, the place where he thought he was tomb, and walked across the cross street to their original residence - that's right.

Original.

Xander Collins didn't just find a place to settle down as a so-called 'repayment' - she actually bought the property he mortgaged to the bank at the time.

"To be honest, sir. I would have bought you a better one."

Xander said.

"But my butler reminded me: A real man has to pick up where he fell."

When she got there, she opened the door and helped Wells out of the car.

"so."

she said.

"I bought it back to celebrate John Wells' new life."

On that gloomy and humid afternoon, with rain like urine leaking from time to time, old Wells lost his residence.

And this sunny and warm afternoon.

It's back.

It is related to sunshine, flowers and grass, the smell of earth, hope, future, life...

One piece is back.

They were placed in packages, packed by a kind girl named Xander Collins, tied with a knot as young as her face and as pure and simple as her eyes, carried and handed to him with his own hands.

John Wells was speechless and almost fainted with excitement. He drummed with his teeth and was welcomed by the flowers and plants along the road.

"My house..."

He stretched out his hand and touched the peeling wall, the house number, and the box he had nailed into the soil with his own hands. The flowers and plants still have the same faces, and they don't seem to think that they have changed owners for the second time, but that the real owner has just returned after traveling far away.

"My house..."

Xander took out his handkerchief, held it with his index finger, and touched the soft and wrinkled corners of the old man's eyes.

"Yes, your house, Mr. Wells." The girl smiled brightly: "From today on, it belongs to you again!"

This is too expensive.

Wells Sr. refused.

He is already a muddled old guy who is about to die. He no longer deserves or can afford such a house.

He had no money to buy furniture or hire servants, and he couldn't even walk smoothly from the living room to the bedroom - the corridor was already considered wide to him.

"I think I understand how you feel."

Old Wells finally calmed down and forced himself to wake up from this artificial dream.

"I understand you, Miss Collins," he said, "but I want to refuse your kindness. It's not that I'm ungrateful, but my body doesn't allow me to accept such a kind gift - as long as you give your feelings to me, you'll be fine." It’s enough to satisfy me, and the house…”

He declined, but the girl involuntarily invited him into the house.

The decoration of the house has changed a lot, but the only thing that remains unchanged is the painting on the fireplace in the living room: a portrait of him and his wife.

Xander helped him into the sofa, heated the water, and sent the coachman to light the fireplace.

Old Wells, on the other hand, had a lot of time to reminisce about the past: how he went from having muddy toes to putting on decent clothes, meeting his wife, and growing his career. This house preserved part of his memories.

An important part of life.

Maybe dying in this house is the best ending?

Old Wells was lost in thought, but was interrupted by a wisp of swaying heat.

Xander smiled and held the porcelain plate and wide-mouthed cup, shaking them in front of him in a noisy way.

Stupid girl who makes trouble.

Thinking of this, Wells still showed his rotten teeth and smiled: "...Thank you, miss."

he said.

"We don't have to be so polite, Mr. Wells." The girl pouted and carefully put the plate into the old man's hand. She sat down next to him and looked around the room.

"Awesome house, isn't it?"

"Yes." The old man took a sip of tea and said sadly: "I have spent a lot of time on decoration. In order to make it more stylish and show the owner's extraordinary taste - including that wall, you see, yes, there was originally There should be some colorful paintings.”

The girl muttered: "Damn banker."

Old Wells laughed: "Yeah, damn banker."

The old man and the young man shared the same hatred, and the atmosphere gradually became lively.

"But I'm glad they didn't dismantle my fireplace and left behind portraits of me and my wife - and," he stepped lightly on the floor: "Every piece of wood is not cheap. I commissioned someone to go across the ocean. It cost a lot of money to transport it, and my wife even had a quarrel with me because of it..."

Xander was stunned: "Every piece?!"

The old man enjoyed her surprised expression—a look shared by many visitors in those days.

"Yes, Miss. This kind of wood is not easy to find."

Wells told Sendel that he sometimes even went into battle himself, working with the painters and carpenters to discuss and work - it can be said that there are traces of him inside and outside the house.

"It seems that my decision is extremely correct," the girl was very happy: "I bought it from the bank to save it from being ruined by mediocrity."

Wells smiled and shook his head: "I am also a mediocre person, miss. Can't you see it yet? If I really had status and power, I would never fall into this situation——"

The ocean trade fraud case is making a big fuss.

Many people were deceived by this big lie and went bankrupt. Until now, speculation about the identity of the gang and the total amount involved in the case often appeared in newspapers——

But actually.

Those who are truly bankrupt are those who have no foundation.

Such as him.

For example, a doctor who jumped off a building.

"I hope someone can catch these criminals, even if they don't get a penny, I hope they can be hanged..."

Old Wells whispered.

Xander just lowered his eyes and listened, and refilled the tea for him.