CHAPTER 130: WE ARE HUSBAND AND WIFE

Seeing that Hilla only took one, Margaret said nervously, "How can one be enough?

"I understand. Women have their periods every month, and more than a dozen times a year. These boxes will be finished in a few years."

Margaret seemed to know a lot, doing ideological work for Hilla.

Why was Hilla still a little unhappy after Margaret bought so many brands?

If Hilla was unhappy, her brother was unhappy. If her brother was unhappy, wouldn’t he deduct her pocket money?

After he deducted her pocket money, Margaret would be even more unhappy. Thinking of this, Margaret felt that it was important to make Hilla happy. "Hilla, listen to me. All of this must be left behind." "Okay."

"Leave the things here. You need to get out of here. If you don’t leave now, I’m about to freak out," she thought.

Although she didn’t want her period to come now, since it came, she had to treat it well.

As Hilla had finally agreed, Margaret ran away happily.

Her dear pocket money would be more and more in the future.

Halle saw Margaret jumping down the stairs. That twist made her worry if Margaret would fall.

"What makes you so happy?"

Seeing that Margaret had safely twisted to her side, Halle put down Parenting Books in her hands and asked.

Margaret took an apple from the fruit plate on the tea table and took a bite, saying proudly, "I sent sanitary napkins to Hilla."

Why was she so happy to send her sanitary napkins?

When Halle was puzzled, she saw Margaret reach out her beautiful long palm and wave it in front of her. "I’ve sent five big boxes. I’ve prepared all kinds of good brands. Am I sweet?"

Halle was stunned. She almost felt the baby in her belly jump out. Frightened, she quickly stroked her belly and frowned, "You gave Hilla so many sanitary napkins?"

"Yeah. I still want to pick two more boxes for her tomorrow. In stock. Girls usually use them. It’s not convenient for her as she is sick now."

Look! Where to find such a sensible sister-in-law like her? She was perfect.

Halle frowned. Although she didn’t know why Margaret was suddenly so enthusiastic about sanitary napkins, she couldn’t help but remind her, "Aren’t you afraid that your brother will get angry?"

"Angry? Why? He asked me to buy it!"

Margaret looked innocent and bold. Halle felt even more incredulous.

"You mean that Bruce asked you to buy so many sanitary napkins for Hilla?"

What were they doing? Did something happen to Hilla? Why were they using so many sanitary napkins? There was no locust plague. There would be no shortage of cotton in the country.

"Yes. He asked me to buy it. He also said that the more the better."

Margaret was afraid she didn’t buy enough and her brother would take her pocket money if he found out. She must show her sincerity in doing it.

The more Halle listened, the more she felt that something was wrong, and she could not help but get up to go upstairs. "I have to see what happened to Hilla."

Seeing Halle leave in such a hurry, Margaret followed closely behind, afraid that she would fall. The other important thing to cheer up Hilla was to take good care of the eldest sister of the Holt family.

"Halle, don’t worry. Hilla is on her period."

Now, Halle did not believe anything that Margaret said. It was the most reliable thing to see for herself.

Halle walked to the door of the room and was about to knock when the door opened. Hilla stood at the door and was stunned, "Halle, are you looking for me?"

Halle regained her senses and glanced at Hilla up and down. Then she turned Hilla around, saying uncertainly, "How are you? What’s wrong with you?"

Hilla touched her head and smiled, "The fever is gone. I’m so hungry!"

Halle felt relieved, "That is ok if you are fine. Go downstairs and eat something. I’ll change my clothes and go downstairs with you."

Seeing Hilla coming downstairs, Halle looked at Margaret and said, "You bought so many sanitary napkins for Hilla. If she is on her period all the time, your brother will never touch Hilla...."

Margaret reacted. Thinking of the words that Orlenna had told her, she quickly hugged Halle’s arm.

"Halle, you will be my sister from now on. I will love you as much as my brother."

With that, she let go of Halle and sneaked into Hilla’s bedroom. Soon, she came out with a large box of sanitary napkins.

Seeing no room for it, Margaret could only put it in her room.

Halle chuckled. She didn’t expect Margaret to be so smart. With just one sentence, she understood. She felt that Hilla would be very comfortable in the Anderson family in the future.

Carrying five boxes back and forth made Margaret exhausted.

But she was smart enough to keep two more bags and put them on Hilla’s bed.

In the Anderson’s Mansion.

Lysa and Lucas were kneeling in front of Tyree. Lysa cried miserably, and Orlenna, who was at the side, was silent.

Tyree closed his eyes slightly, and the cane in his hand was straightened.

"It’s been a day, but someone saw with his own eyes that Rudi was dragged away by the Anderson family’s bodyguard. He was already injured, and it’s said that the bodyguard even attacked him. He doesn’t have any fraternal feelings. He wants to kill Rudi, the thorn in his eye."

Lysa cried so hard that it was as if she had stopped breathing. Lucas, who was kneeling on the side, sighed.

Orlenna was annoyed when she heard it. She came to complain every day, but every time they could not win. Why did they come?

"Bruce is a measured kid, and he also had the blood of the Anderson family. Everyone is close to each other. There is no such thing as a thorn in the eye, let alone life and death. You are too serious. The Anderson family won’t do wicked deed."

When Orlenna said the last words, her tone became heavy. Lysa was shocked and couldn’t help but secretly looked at Orlenna.

Lysa felt that after these words, they wanted their lives.

"Hilla, you ... your family background is good. Your cultivation is good and you are smart. Of course, I can’t beat you."

"You know you can’t win, but you don’t shut up."

Tyree sitting in front finally spoke in a deep voice. His words made Lysa feel even more wronged, but she didn’t dare to speak again.

Tyree turned to look at Orlenna and said lightly, "Is Bruce here?"

Orlenna looked down slightly and said respectfully, "I have already informed him. Maybe he will be here soon."

With that, the door was opened. Indeed, in the blink of an eye, a tall man appeared in the room.

When Lysa saw Bruce, she immediately ignored Tyree’s words and grabbed Bruce’s clothes, crying, "What have you done with our Rudi. You want to kill him for power. If anything happens to him, I will not let you off. Don’t forget. Rudi still has twenty-seven percent of the Anderson family shares."

This was also the reason why Lysa could be so arrogant now. After Bruce fell unconscious, Tyree regarded Rudi as the only heir to the Anderson family and gave fifteen percent of his own to Rudi.

With these shares, they had a golden hill.

Bruce coldly glanced at Lysa beneath him, looking down on everyone as he coldly said, "Rudi has voluntarily transferred those shares to Hilla as compensation."

...

He didn’t speak loudly, but it sounded powerful and clear.

Everyone present, including Orlenna, had not expected that Bruce would say such a result. They were all stunned for a long time.

Lysa and Lucas quivered. It was as if all the blood in their bodies had been drained.

They cared little for image or upbringing.

They grabbed Bruce’s two arms arm, exclaiming in disbelief, "You ... what did you say? It’s impossible. It is not true."

Her son was not a fool. How could he give the shares to someone else? This was the foundation of their life. Unless his son was dead. Otherwise, how could Hilla get the shares?

"Where’s Rudi? What have you done to Rudi?

"Last night, your man took him away. He hasn’t come back yet. You must have done something to him, right?

"Bruce, you’re cruel. Give my son and shares back."

Lysa and Lucas were like two hungry tigers pouncing on their prey, tearing at it.

They were not at all like elders now.

When Orlenna saw it, she said angrily, "What are you doing? Don’t you feel ashamed for yourselves?"

"Well, you are about to kill my whole family. My brother died early, and he didn’t treat our family so badly when he was alive.

"I know that I am an illegitimate child and have no right to inherit the property of the Anderson family, but Rudi is the grandson of the Anderson family. He also grew up in the Anderson’s. All these years he’s been wronged because of me. I ... I am timid. I am useless. I also endure everything, but you can’t hurt my only son!"

A middle-aged man who was usually dull and ineloquent actually said so much today.

What he said calmed everyone in the room. Lysa sat on the ground and wailed out loud. "There is no justice in this world. Even human nature is gone. We are related by blood. They are your younger brother and aunt. How can you drag him away and never let him back? Are you a bandit? There’s no law here."

"Enough. Enough!"

Tyree growled and slammed his cane on the floor. With a low thud, the entire room instantly quieted down.

Tyree blushed and shook his body. Fortunately, William, the housekeeper beside him, held him steadily. Only then did he fall with no difficulty.

"Dad, you can’t stop us from talking now, right? Rudi is also your grandson. We don’t

even know if he is dead or alive. He is my son. Even if you shout at me, I have to say it. Today, Bruce must let Rudi go."

"Rudi will be back in front of you early tomorrow morning, but it depends on where you will be early tomorrow morning."

Bruce’s glance instantly shocked them, causing the couple on the ground to shrink back.

How was it possible to let them go so easily this time?

However, Tyree had already said it. He looked at Bruce, "Follow me to the study first."

He then glanced at them and closed his eyes. "Since you are worried about your son’s safety, if you want to know earlier, kneel down here first!"

Kneel ... kneel and wait?

They two were shocked. What was the point? They were the victims. No matter what, he was still your own grandsons. It did not mean that the murderer was your other ’grandson’, so you didn’t care if the other grandson was dead or alive.

But it was useless for them to complain. The grandfather and grandson went upstairs.

With that, Orlenna was about to get up and leave, but she was instantly blocked by Lysa.

"Bruce is gone. Hilla, you can’t run away too, right? If I can’t see Rudi today, I’m going to count on you."

With that, Lysa sat on the ground and directly hugged Orlenna’s leg, refusing to let her go.

Wasn’t that a scoundrel?

Orlenna had seen Lysa make trouble out of nothing, but she had never seen such a shameless woman.

Orlenna was a member of the Anderson family. Where could she escape to? If Lysa wanted to get even with her, she could do it at any time. Why did she have to make it so embarrassing for everyone?

All the servants in the house had followed these two in disgrace over the years.

"Since you want to wait, let’s wait together!"

With that, Orlenna was too lazy to leave and sat back on the sofa.

In the slightly old study room of classic style, Tyree sat down in front of the chessboard with the help of the butler. He then gestured to Bruce on the opposite side.

Bruce nodded and sat down opposite Tyree.

"We haven’t played chess in a while. Come on!"

With that, he had already placed a black.

Bruce was calm as he stared at every game on the chessboard. He said calmly, "Grandfather, you blame me for taking the shares from Big Brother?"

"So be it. He’s getting more and more overboard. Since he’s disappointing, don’t drag the Anderson family down. Just give them more money and let them live a more relaxed life."

Bruce was surprised that Tyree was so calm. There was a moment of hesitation under the chess piece in hand.

Tyree urged, "It’s your turn."

Bruce looked sullen and put a piece, "Then I’ll get someone to release Big Brother now."

"Where is he locked up?"

"The Mourning Garden."

It was Tyree’s turn to hesitate. He did not expect Bruce to lock him up in that place.

Bruce didn’t hide it and honestly said, "I got someone to beat him up."

Tyree finally came to his senses and snorted. "Indeed. He helped Key Group against our own people. The inside-out bastard got a light beating."

"Since he is locked up in the Mourning Garden, let him stay there for the night and apologize to our ancestors."

Bruce nodded in agreement, "Our ancestors are in trouble. They have to listen to that bastard howl for the entire night."

"Throw him to the couple tomorrow. Tell them to go away." Out of sight and out of mind.

Bruce replied, "I will get someone to take good care of Lucas’s family."

Tyree only sighed lightly. He seemed to have some lost some disappointed. There seemed to be some other emotions.

After so many years, he had already seen through the three.

He was very old, so he didn’t want to burden his descendants anymore. He couldn’t always let his descendants return the sins he had committed.

The grandparent and grandchild seemed to be discussing something that wasn’t very important, and it was quickly resolved.

Halfway through the game, he heard Tyree say, "Why did you give so many shares of the Anderson Group to Hilla?"

He didn’t grab it in his own hands, and then in the Anderson Group, no one could threaten his position anymore.

Bruce looked up and met Tyree’s dim gaze. He smiled, "We’re husband and wife, aren’t we the same?"