「Brown Family」
Kenneth Brown got off work and went straight to the hospital. He had just returned from there.
He sank onto the sofa, exhausted. Recently, he had been utterly frazzled. He needed to coordinate company matters, his mother had coincidentally fallen ill, and then there was the wedding. Although Sienna Johnson had said they could leave it to the Wedding Planning Company, this was the wedding he had anticipated for so many years; he couldn’t possibly entrust it to others.
What am I supposed to do? Kenneth Brown’s biggest headache was still catching the internal spies.
There was only one foolish Triumphant Quality. Where could he find a second Triumphant Quality to be the scapegoat?
The door opened. When Kenneth Brown saw his sister, he knew she had gone to find evidence to clear Triumphant Quality’s na again. His anger flared, and he roared at her,
"Why didn’t you go to the hospital when Mom fell ill? Where have you been?"
In just a short ti, the blow of losing her lover had made Carole Brown terribly thin. Her face was devoid of any smile, and even her eyes were somber.
"I went to see Triumphant Quality’s mother. She cut her wrists attempting suicide and was just rescued."
Her only son was gone, and her husband was such a character. If it were , I’d probably want to die too.
Nothing left to live for!
Kenneth Brown was furious. "Carole Brown," he scolded, "don’t forget, your surna is Brown! It’s not the sa as Triumphant Quality’s! Your mother is Edna Bowen, not Triumphant Quality’s mother!"
"Kenneth, isn’t Mom fine?" Carole Brown didn’t want to argue with him.
"What do you an, ’fine’? Does Mom have to be dying before you’d bother to go see her? Carole, have you forgotten how much Mom doted on you when you were little? For a man, you’ve forgotten your own surna, forgotten the mother who gave birth to you!"
As Kenneth Brown berated her, tears welled up in Carole Brown’s dry eyes. "Kenneth, I’ll go see Mom right now, alright?"
Carole Brown wiped the tears from her face and turned to leave, but Kenneth Brown stopped her. "Are you still investigating the internal spies at Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory?" he asked.
"Yes! If I don’t find the person who caused Triumphant Quality’s death, I’ll never be able to rest in peace, not even in death!"
"Carole Brown, stay out of this. You’re still young. You’ll et better n in the future. Forget Triumphant Quality and start over."
Carole Brown was as stubborn as he was—or to put it nicely, persistent. She did nothing but focus on investigating the internal spies at Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory, which made Kenneth Brown, who had a guilty conscience, extrely uneasy.
He didn’t dare imagine it right now. If his sister found out he was the one who stole the formula, would she sever ties with him?
No! He absolutely would not allow that to happen.
"Kenneth, if I asked you to stop loving Sienna and love other won instead, could you do it?"
"How could other won compare to Sienna?"
In Kenneth Brown’s heart, Sienna Johnson was perfect.
"In my heart, no one else can compare to Triumphant Quality!"
Carole Brown’s love for Triumphant Quality was no less than her brother’s love for Sienna.
"You!" Kenneth Brown was left speechless by his stubborn sister.
Carole Brown turned around and left, not even bothering to change her slippers.
"Where are you going?"
"I’m going to the hospital to see Mom."
「Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory, Research and Developnt Departnt.」
Carole Brown visited her mother in the hospital. Learning her mother wasn’t in serious danger and unwilling to go ho and face Kenneth, she ca to the company instead.
Dressed in a white lab coat, she stared at the rows of glassware before her... She and Triumphant Quality had once worked overti like this late into the night. Back then, they never felt how arduous it was; it was all just profound sweetness.
However, because of a single internal spy, all her happiness had been destroyed!
"Damn it, who stole the formula!" Carole Brown slamd her fist on the table, and then heard a man cry out, "AH!"
"Who?" Carole Brown spun around and saw a short man hiding behind the door. "Reggie? Why are you still here so late?"
"You haven’t left either, have you?" Reggie ca over, sat beside her, and stared at his own pale hands.
"Triumphant Quality is gone. I don’t know what to do after work each day, so I just co to the office... The office is good; it’s very quiet..."
Carole Brown looked around the clean and orderly laboratory. Here, countless dicinal materials were dissected, analyzed, and reconfigured by them, transford into various specialized dicines, and sold to those tornted by illness.
Once, she and Triumphant Quality had felt their work was the greatest job in the world. Though arduous, they were very proud of it.
Triumphant Quality probably never imagined that one day he would lose his life for this work he was so proud of, right?
—Triumphant Quality, do you regret it?!
"...Reggie, tell , who do you think really stole the formula?" Carole Brown asked, a murderous hatred for the person who stole the formula brewing inside her.
Reggie’s body trembled slightly. His lips moved as if to speak, then pressed tightly shut again.
"Reggie, do you believe Triumphant Quality stole the formula?"
Reggie shook his head like a rattle drum. "Master wouldn’t do it! Master is not the kind of person who would do such a thing! Sister Carole, you have to believe Master; he’s innocent."
"I never suspected Triumphant Quality! He’s innocent! Triumphant Quality is a man of integrity; he would never do such a thing!" Carole Brown stated firmly.
"Exactly!"
"But then, who actually did it?"
Reggie seed to deflate again. He heard Carole Brown continue, "Our Research and Developnt Departnt has sixteen people in total: , you, Triumphant Quality..." The nas of their other colleagues slipped from her lips one by one without hesitation. "I know every single one of them so well. I’ve racked my brains, but I just can’t imagine any of them stealing the formula!"
Reggie said in a low voice, "Sister Carole, I... I actually know who stole it."
Carole Brown’s mind took a mont to process. "Who?"
"Reggie, what did you say?" Carole Brown suddenly snapped to attention, looking at Reggie, who was cowering beside her.
"I said, I know who stole it!" Reggie mustered his courage and looked at Carole Brown.
Carole Brown grabbed his shirt collar, her grip so strong she nearly lifted him off his feet. "Reggie, tell quickly! Which bastard stole the formula?"
"Sister Carole, let go, I can’t- can’t speak..."
"I’m sorry, I’m sorry..." Carole Brown released him and patted his chest. Reggie coughed from the force of her unexpectedly strong pats.
"Are you trying to kill with suspense? Hurry up and tell ! Which damn bastard stole the formula?" Carole Brown demanded, desperate to know who the scoundrel was.
"It was... it was... Manager Brown!" Reggie gritted his teeth and finally blurted it out.
"Manager Brown? Which Manager Brown?"
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