"Don't be afraid." Rong Huang watched Hall's eyes become more loving, and calmed him softly, "I will help you get revenge."

Hall pursed his lower lip, trying to ignore the strange look in Rong Huang's eyes.

"I can solve it myself."

In Hall's view, revenge is a trivial matter, he can do it himself.

Although Rong Huang was the Queen of Vatican who had made all the blood tribes fearful, in the eyes of Hall, she was a simple girl.

Hall thought he liked her, so he didn't want her to confront his annoying mother.

Rong Huang replied casually, not knowing whether he agreed or not.

"Let's go in quickly." Rong Huang grabbed the corner of Hall's clothes and walked towards the manor.

When the two walked to the gate of the manor, a servant happened to pass by.

Seeing Hall's familiar face, the servant was very surprised, "Master Duke?"

Noting the look of the servant, Hall raised his eyebrows slightly, "What? Surprised to see me?"

The servant noticed the danger in Hall’s tone and quickly lowered his head, "The old lady said that you died of a sudden illness while on the road..."

Hall sneered when he heard that, this is his good mother.

"Where's the little sir?" Hall's hand joints were white, and the expression on his face became even more indifferent.

"Little Mr. went to a friend's house."

Hall answered coldly and pointed at the big iron door, "Open the door."

The servant hurried forward to open the door.

Before the hand touched the big lock, an angry voice came from behind, "Do not open the door!"

The servant turned around and saw Lydia, who was wearing a black dress, strode towards the door with a sullen expression.

"Ms. Lydia?"

The servant put his hand on the big lock and did not remove it, a little embarrassed.

Rong Huang looked at the woman with heavy make-up on her face, and sighed softly.

Rong Huang's tusk sounded a bit louder, which aroused Delia's serious dissatisfaction.

Delia looked at Hall with a bun face and a little baby **** her face, her brows frowned.

"Who are you? Why did you come to my door?"

Rong Huang wouldn't be polite to Delia, his chin lifted, "Auntie, does your family live by the sea? Is it so generous?"

"Hool Mingming is the master here, but you say he is dead, what is your intention?"

Seeing the servants at home and nearby neighbors all listened and looked over, Delia wanted to rush out to cover Rong Huang's mouth.

"What nonsense are you talking about? My Hall is dead, he is just a fake!" Delia pointed at Hall and said righteously, "He is a fake, don't you understand?"

Rong Huang almost died of anger, and she felt chills for Hall.

"You don't deserve to be Hall's mother at all!"

Delia's eyes were red when she saw Rong Huang, and the contempt on her face was not concealed at all.

It's just a little girl in her twenties, she knows crying if she makes a few noises.

"Hurry up and get out of my home, otherwise I will let people throw you out!"

From an angle that no one else could see, Delia looked at Hall with malicious and confident eyes.

Duke Hall has been buried, and the one in front of him is just a fake.

Even if others doubt it, they can't dig the tomb to see if there is anyone in the coffin, right?

As long as Hall is dead, the manor and the huge property will belong to her.

As for her youngest son Osmond, he will find any reason in the future.

At this time, some passers-by couldn't stand it anymore, and stepped forward and said, "You said you are Duke Hall, is there any evidence?"