novel-bin Chapter 89 He will never be able to speak again.
Chapter 89 He will never be able to speak again.
“Father, with the organization’s strength, even if the photos of Pisco shooting a gun are published by reporters tomorrow, we can suppress them, right?”
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, as if he could hear the coldness in Bai Yexiu's tone—this was the first time Jun Du had spoken to him in such a cold tone.
"Xiao Xiu, it's his fault for letting someone take the picture by mistake." The man's tone was very gentle, even mixed with doting and helplessness. "I know you and Pisco are close, but there's nothing we can do about it."
The man's evasiveness made Bai Yexiu frown slightly: "That's not the point, is it? I've worked in the organization for so long, and I've never seen the organization unable to suppress the news. Father, there must have been more than just that reason you killed Piss, right?"
The words hit the nail on the head, followed by a sigh from the man on the other end of the phone.
"Xiao Xiu is indeed a smart kid. If I gave you another reason—that Piss isn't honest—would you believe me?"
Hearing the BOSS's sincere and gentle words, Bai Yexiu pursed his lips and couldn't help but say:
"I...am willing."
The man's lips curved into a smile, revealing what seemed like a triumphant shrewdness: "Little Xiuzhen, be good."
……
The man hung up the phone and looked up at the wall in front of him—
The walls were covered with photos of different children of different ages, including Bai Yexiu's.
These photos were densely pasted all over the entire dark basement, reaching a chilling level.
"Xiao Xiu, I can't accept sharing your most beloved father with someone else. I am your father." The man reached out and stroked the photo on the wall, muttering to himself as if in a trance.
—Let's go back a week—
The man convened a dinner with his former partners. The dinner included not only the organization's most important researchers but also individuals like Pisco who had made significant contributions to the organization. As usual, the man placed a large screen at the head of the table, displaying a black silhouette specially generated by AI.
“Pistol, it’s been so long since you’ve gone to see Jundu for dinner. Why don’t you go see him every few days like you used to?” said a middle-aged man with a thick beard.
“Jundu has grown up and no longer needs this old man to keep him company all the time,” Pisco said with a smile.
"Sir, aren't you going to Tokyo to keep Coindu company?" The white-bearded old man smiled as he looked at the figure on the screen.
The dark figure picked up a goblet-shaped object: "Like I said, now that we've released the bird yearning for the world outside, it's not convenient to keep disturbing it. But—"
The tone shifts abruptly: "The person trying to adopt this bird again..."
"Isn't it a good thing that Jundu is so likable?" The white-bearded old man quickly chimed in, sensing the awkward atmosphere.
However, the man didn't follow the old man's lead. Instead, he said in a less than friendly tone, "I'm the one who adopted Jun Du, not you. Aren't you afraid of being gossiped about for trying to get close to my son?"
After the man said this, the dinner fell silent.
Most of the organization's senior members knew that the Boss had an extremely strong desire to control "his own things" and would not allow others to share them with him. And Piss was the second person besides the Boss who was like a father to Cointreau.
The dinner party ended unhappily.
But Pisco received a call from that man.
“I know you and Xiao Xiu are close, but you can’t take advantage of my leg injury and the fact that I can’t always spend time with Xiao Xiu. You know I’ve put up with you for a long time.”
Pisco remained calm: "Xiao Xiu wasn't an adult yet. At that time, Xiao Xiu and I were both in New York, so it was only right that we took care of him."
"Isn't Ireland enough for you to take care of?" the man said sarcastically.
“They’re not the same thing…” Pisco’s brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
He lost his son at a young age, and Cointreau was about the same age as his deceased son, so he couldn't help but feel close to Cointreau. Unlike his relationship with Ireland, where he mostly guided him, he treated Cointreau like a son, a rare display of tenderness he showed as a member of the organization.
He also knew a little about the boss's affairs. Although Pisko felt uncomfortable with the boss's morbid desire to control Jundu, he had no right to interfere since that person was the boss.
Over time, he had noticed something was off about Jundu, which made him wonder what the boss had done to Jundu.
It was clearly a morbid control over a caged bird, yet Jundo didn't notice anything amiss. In fact, Jundo had a strange fanaticism and dependence on the boss, which didn't resemble a simple and warm father-son relationship at all. It was as if he had been drugged.
……
But now he can no longer tell Jundu about these problems, because he was maliciously abandoned, destroyed beyond recognition, and will never be able to speak again.