Chapter 306

"It seems your mouth is the only thing still working," Frederick said with a chuckle.

He ignored the stunned expressions of the Lesters around him. To him, these so-called "relatives" were nothing more than enemies in disguise.

Frederick turned his back on the furious Atticus and the dumbfounded family members.

He walked alone to the main hall, carrying Cyrus's portrait. He hung it prominently in the center of the hall, then knelt and solemnly offered his respects.

As he looked up at his father's image, he murmured, "Dad, we’re home. This time, we're not sneaking in. We walked in openly!"

At that moment, Atticus barely managed to regain his composure. He stumbled over in a rage.

"You brat! I won’t allow you to hang that traitor’s portrait in my home! It brings shame to our ancestors!"

The other Lesters were equally enraged, and followed suit. "Yeah! Even if you beat us all, do you think we’ll just accept this? We’ll never allow Cyrus to return to this home!"

Frederick turned,