Going west along the Charles River, you enter the west end of Barton City. As a city whose entire eastern border is wrapped by Martha's Bay, the west side of Barton is the origin of Barton.
More than half a century ago, the city of Barton didn't even have a name. It was just an undeveloped wilderness in eastern Massachusetts. Together with the current western district, it was planned to be under the jurisdiction of the city of Newton to the east of Barton. A group of visionary elites used the current West End as a springboard to expand eastward and built the current city of Barton.
After moving the center of power to the North End of Barton, this group of people shrank back to the West End where they originated, forming the unique polarization of the West End now - you are either very, very rich and called the master, or you are very, very poor and become the master's servant. .
Benjamin's truck drove through the cobblestone road and stopped outside a manor.
"Grand House, we have an appointment with Mrs. Quinn." Benjamin leaned out of the car window and faced the formally dressed security guard.
The security guard had an earphone plugged into his right ear, and the twisted wires were tucked into the inside of his shirt. You could see the radio on his waist. The security guard received the order, bowed slightly and saluted, and opened the iron gate of the manor.
Benjamin nodded, moved his muddy truck again, and entered the manor.
Zach adjusted his position in the passenger seat and looked at the patterns on the iron bars that were pulled open on both sides. His expression became much more serious unconsciously.
"What's wrong?" Benjamin glanced at the vampire beside him, "Are you scared?"
Zach tilted his head, "Let us pray that the name 'Porky Quinn' is not written on the title deed of this manor."
Benjamin chuckled lightly and drove the truck around the fountain in the front yard of the manor. The upper body of the fishman holding the trident leaned back, and an eagle with spread wings on his left arm in a defensive posture was attacking!
Eagle - the totem of the First Nations of the Confederacy. This means that Zach will be bound by the protection of territory inherent in his Aboriginal blood. If the owner objects to Zach's presence on his territory, Zach will die.
However, Zach did not think that Mrs. Quinn would distribute her inheritance in advance, let alone now.
Benjamin jumped out of the car, an old briefcase slung over his shoulder. He opened the back seat door, and an adult Great Dane jumped out of the truck and looked at the manor in front of him indifferently.
"Follow me, Kim." Zach waved to the dog and walked ahead.
Entering the hall, there are Aboriginal-style carpets, decorations, and coats of arms. It can be seen that the Quinns are people who respect tradition very much.
Pochi Quinn hurriedly passed by the hall with some information and saw these two "uninvited guests" with a look of surprise on his face.
"Why are you here?" Pochi frowned and looked left and right at the servants passing by: "Who allowed you to come in!"
"We were invited by Mrs. Quinn to explain the specific procedures of the funeral." Zach bowed slightly and answered with a smile.
Pochi frowned even more and looked at the briefcase carried by Benjamin: "Give me the process, you can go!"
The two of them remained motionless, except for a fat Great Dane that slowly approached Pochi, but its eyes seemed to be focused on the cakes held by the passing maids.
"What is this!" Pochi took a few steps back and got out of the way of the approaching Great Dane: "No animals are allowed here!"
"Jin." Zach smiled: "His name is Jin, and he seems to like you very much."
Pochi retreated, already looking a little embarrassed. The Great Dane named Jin ignored his dislike and kept approaching him.
"I don't care what it's called! Keep it away from me! And you! Leave the process information and leave! Get out of my house!"
The servants were doing their own thing calmly, but their eyes were flashing with amusement, and they were secretly looking here.
"Master." On the left side of the hall, the spiraling marble staircase connects to the second floor. The female nurse who has been beside Mrs. Quinn holds on to the guardrail of the second floor and whispers: "Madam is still waiting for guests."
Zach smiled at the young female caregiver and turned to Pochi: "It's a shame, I guess, this is not 'your' home yet."
Zach passed by Porky, who was still avoiding the approach of the Great Dane, and stepped onto the stairs. Benjamin behind him patted Porky on the shoulder: "I'll give you a suggestion. You can try giving it food. It likes food very much." Benjamin thought for a while and added: "By the way, don't use bones to deal with it, it hates bones."
Under the guidance of the female caregiver, the two aliens walked through the winding corridor and entered the balcony of the atrium, where they could see the entire atrium. A copy of Barton's Daily was placed in front of Mrs. Quinn, and some cakes were placed on delicate plates on the wooden table. It's tea time for Mrs. Queen.
"Madam." The female nurse reminded her and exited the balcony.
Mrs. Quinn turned her head and saw the two of them. She gestured slightly and they sat down at the table.
Mrs. Quinn's face looked very good, and she seemed to have recovered from the pain of losing her husband three days ago. At least that's what the Patton Daily News says, but we all know the real reason~
Mrs. Quinn handed the newspaper to Zach who had just sat down: "Look at these reports! 'Rising out of sorrow...', I don't remember a time when Quinn declined!"
Zach took the newspaper and glanced at it with a smile. "Madam, you know that reports are always like this. People like dramatic stories. I like this photo very much." Zach pointed to a picture in the newspaper, where Mrs. Quinn stood The picture of the person speaking in front of the microphone is completely different from the previous sluggish look huddled in a wheelchair. "However, I thought Madam would be more..."
"What's better?" Mrs. Quinn picked up the teacup, "Low-key?" She took a sip of tea and shook her head: "The consequence of being low-key is to be poisoned by your own grandson? I want to change."
People of Mrs. Quinn's generation withdrew from the media's attention very early. They knew that their time had passed, so they gave way to the younger generation. Therefore, in recent years, they have rarely appeared in newspapers. This time Mrs. Quinn held a press conference with great fanfare, which is indeed a big change.
Zach didn't answer. He took the briefcase handed over by Benjamin, took out the information, and spread it out on the table: "The funeral will start at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon, first with the memorial ceremony in the church, and then..."
"I know the funeral process!" Mrs. Quinn waved her hand impatiently: "What I'm interested in is how you want to deal with Pochi."
Benjamin chuckled and looked at Zach. Zach had been worried about this matter a lot in the past few days.
Zach thought for a while and asked probingly: "Madam, can I ask a question? Does madam want Porky to disappear forever? Or is she just punishing him?"
Mrs. Quinn was silent for a long time, then frowned and looked at Zach: "The reason I entrusted you to do this is because I don't want to judge. Now, you come to ask me."
Sometimes, people are just so weird. When they don't want to cross the boundary, they turn to others for help and let others decide, and then keep their own hands clean. Mrs. Quinn was such a person.
Zach and Benjamin looked at each other, heads. Zach looked at Mrs. Quinn again: "Madam, I have a proposal. We know that Madam doesn't want to do anything that crosses the line. Even if the other party has crossed the line, he is still Madam's grandson... "
"I don't need you to analyze my psychology!" Mrs. Quinn seemed a little annoyed. After all, what they were discussing now was not glorious!
Zach didn't care and continued: "Anyway, we thought of a way. Let Pochi lose the qualification to inherit everything from Quinn as punishment."
"Not enough!" Mrs. Quinn's fingers were clasped on the armrests of the seat. Obviously, she would never forgive Porky for trying to murder his grandparents! But at the same time, she can't testify against her grandson in court, because it will become a scandal for 'Quinn'!
Mrs. Quinn has already buried a bad family scandal in her life. This time, she still has to uphold such a 'tradition'!
"No, ma'am." Zach comforted the excited Mrs. Quinn: "What matters is not the result of losing the right to inherit, but how he loses the right to inherit."
"How to do it?!"
"No famous family would leave their estate to a person living in a nursing home." Zach replied.
"No!" Mrs. Quinn objected. A sanatorium is just a euphemism for a mental hospital! Although it is common for descendants of famous families to suffer from mental disorders, it is still a scandal.
"Madam, please think about it, now is the best time." Zach induced Mrs. Quinn, "People will enter the nursing home not necessarily because of force!"
Mrs. Quinn's eyes widened. In this world, there are two places that are considered completely isolated from the outside world. The first is a prison and the second is a sanatorium (lunatic asylum).
There are often things that lead people to enter nursing homes on their own initiative, such as suicidal tendencies, early stage bipolar disorder, obsessive-compulsive disorder... When they realize that they pose a threat to others and themselves, people with self-awareness will take the initiative to seek help. Instead of looking down upon them, people encourage them.
Just like Zach himself, now is the best time for Quinn. One of Pochi's only two remaining relatives in this world has just passed away. No matter how disgusting he is, to public opinion, he is experiencing the pain of bereavement, one of the most difficult situations in life...
And these are all resources that Mrs. Quinn can use to divert the scandal!
Mrs. Quinn thought for a long time, no longer excited, and calmed her head, "What do you need me to do?"
Zach breathed a sigh of relief and patted Benjamin's thigh, because it was Benjamin's idea.
Of course, Zach's relaxation was also due to Mrs. Quinn's straightforwardness. She did not ask Zach how to complete this thing, but asked 'what do you need me to do'. For Mrs. Quinn, she knew that there were some things that she didn't need to know. It just came down to the manifestation of the miracle!
"Ma'am, you don't have to do anything." Zach smiled and shook his head: "However, we just adopted a Great Dane, and it seems to be very close to Master Porky Quinn, so why not just treat it as a gift to Master? .”
Mrs. Quinn picked up the slightly cold black tea and said plainly, "Then I will thank you on his behalf."