Chapter 609 - 608: What Should We Do?

Chapter 609: Chapter 608: What Should We Do?

South Grant felt a warm rush in his heart.

Especially Nathan Foster’s words, "You are not your mother, no one is protecting you", which made South feel both sour and comforted.

Sour over his mother’s past experiences, comforted by Nathan Foster’s protective gesture.

Just as South Grant was feeling moved, he suddenly recalled the time he was captured at The Foster Estate.

"Was it my grandpa who did it last time I was taken at the estate?"

Nathan Foster shook his head, looking somewhat uneasy, and said:

"No, it was my mother."

South Grant’s surprises tonight came one after another, "Why did she abduct me?"

South Grant initially thought it was someone with a crush on Nathan Foster, but unexpectedly it was his... mom!

"Their marriage was never about love, it was both scheming for that treasure map. Since my childhood, my mother always assumed people around me were sent by your grandpa to spy on me. The nanny who took care of me, her daughter’s hands were chopped off by my mother. But I was too young then, and couldn’t resist either your grandpa or my mother. Until you appeared, my mother again thought you were a spy planted by your grandpa."

Listening to Nathan Foster, South Grant reached out to cup Nathan’s face.

"So you suffered so much during your childhood."

Nathan Foster saw the sympathy in South Grant’s eyes and was about to say it was fine, when South Grant spoke:

"With such twisted elders and an oppressed childhood, no wonder you were a bit twisted in a past life too, now I’ve decided to forgive you."

Nathan Foster: "..."

Three sentences to break the character, that’s South Grant.

Warmth never lasts more than three sentences.

"Has my mother been found? Any news?"

South Grant was more concerned about this.

"Not yet."

"Even if they find me, it’s useless, I have no idea how to unlock the treasure, and no one ever told me anything about it." South Grant never heard anyone mention anything about the treasure.

"Those people have already lost their minds over the treasure." Nathan Foster sighed.

South Grant frowned, "Grandpa is already very old now, even if he digs up the treasure, so what? The Foster Family may not be as rich as nations, but they are still an upper-class family, why can’t grandpa be satisfied? He ruined my mother’s life, what more does he want? He’s already at this age, even if he finds the treasure, how many years could he enjoy it?"

"Your grandpa took a bullet in the battlefield when he was young, it pierced through his kidney. Two years ago, his surgery was his third operation, and his health has been declining ever since. After his last surgery, his condition worsened by the day. Now, his urgency in finding the treasure is likely due to the words passed down from generation to generation, saying it’s not just about inexhaustible wealth, but also an already-lost medical book they’ve mythologized. Legends of immortality, cures for all diseases, beauty-retention techniques, all of them are there, that’s probably what your grandpa is looking for."

After listening, South Grant let out a cold laugh.

"In a society with such advanced medical technology, it can’t cure his illness, yet he believes medicine from hundreds or thousands of years ago can save him, it’s ridiculous."

Nathan Foster didn’t respond.

South Grant was right.

They’ve all mythologized the treasure, exhausting generations for this obsession.

Some for riches, others for the so-called mythical elixirs, continuing their frenzy.

"Uncle, what should we do?"