I'm a Good Texan Too

Texas.

Outside the Sawyer Manor.

The old lawyer, Franworth, stunned Heather with his remark, "This is Texas."

What's wrong with Texas?

Isn't he a member of the DaMi family?

Does that mean we can just ignore the law?

Then the veteran lawyer, Franworth, provided the answer.

I really won't tell you.

"Heather, this is Texas."

Old lawyer Franworth sighed, "'The people are honest and kind.' Not only are those thugs from back then all doing well now, but their leader, Burt, is now the mayor. His son, as well as many of those who participated in the massacre, are in the police force."

The local newspapers reported what happened back then, but everyone sided with them, thinking they did the right thing and were heroes. Rella couldn't do anything to them, and she didn't want you to go against them, so child, forget the past.

"I think when they said that, it must have been my family members who fired the first shot, right?"

Heather sneered.

"Certainly."

The old lawyer, Franworth, shook his head and said, "If everyone says so, then it must be the truth. But privately, those people have boasted about how they slaughtered the Sawyer family."

And that policeman who wanted to stop everything but couldn't, now the town's sheriff, once apologized to your grandmother Rella in private, so what happened back then wasn't covered up.

Knowing this is one thing, but trying to take legal action is completely futile. No one will help the Sawyer family, after all, many people in the town were killed by your cousin..."

"I know."

Heather said expressionlessly, "There is no right or wrong in this matter."

Upon seeing this, the veteran lawyer Franworth felt a chill run down his spine.

How could there be no right or wrong in this matter?

Heather's cousin was wrong to kill many people in the town.

Heather's elders did not stop it, and even got involved, which was naturally wrong as well.

The townspeople, without any regard for right or wrong, disregarded the Sawyer family's willingness to hand over the murderer and pursue legal proceedings, and directly massacred the Sawyer family. Among those innocently implicated, such as Heather's mother and some family members who did not participate, were brutally murdered. Afterwards, the townspeople even took photos laughing while holding up the severed leg, which was a grave mistake.

Both sides are at fault, and their faults are quite obvious, so how can you say there is no right or wrong?

Clearly, there was one more thing Heather didn't say: there was no right or wrong in this matter, only a deep-seated hatred!

Old lawyer Franworth deals with people every day, how could he not tell?

"Heather ..."

Suppressing his inner turmoil, veteran lawyer Franworth advised, "Let bygones be bygones. Your grandmother Rella has let go, and you should too, or you'll be in a very dangerous situation. This is Texas, after all..."

This was the second time he had said this, which shows how deeply the simple and honest folk customs of Texas had impressed him.

He had no doubt that if Rella had asked him to go through legal proceedings, he and Rella might have been silenced before they even reached court.

In a small town like this, from the mayor to the police and the townspeople, almost everyone is on the same side, so it's incredibly easy for a few people to die.

In many remote parts of the United States, there are many things even more terrifying than this, which eventually become horror stories and legends, but no one investigates the truth or seeks justice.

Not to mention this is Texas.

Even if it gets exposed and attracts federal attention, those rednecks in Texas will probably be able to put up a strong fight.

At worst, I'll just stop playing with you. Can't I be independent?

The most popular flag to hang in Texas is not the United States flag, but the Texas state flag. You think the title "Lone Star Republic" is just a joke?

Therefore, unless there is an extremely powerful force, such as the President descending directly, or a superhero or supervillain helping Heather, this problem is simply unsolvable.

"I know."

Heather laughed, "Is there anything else I need to know?"

The old lawyer, Franworth, was startled by Heather's laughter. He thought to himself, "As expected of the Sawyer family bloodline. Even though she was adopted and raised, she immediately revealed a bit of madness when faced with this kind of situation. It's terrifying."

Thinking of this, he forced a smile and said, "That's all I know. For the rest, look at the letters your grandma Rella wrote to you."

"Okay, thank you."

Heather her sincere gratitude.

"No need, it's what I should do."

The old lawyer, Franworth, forced a smile and said, "Then I'll be going now. If you need anything, you can contact me."

"Okay, I will."

Heather nodded.

The old lawyer, Franworth, got into the car and slowly drove away from the Sawyer Manor. In the rearview mirror, he saw Heather standing there, opening the envelope Rella had left behind and looking at it expressionlessly.

"Well."

With A Long Sigh, he stepped on the gas and sped away.

He is a lawyer who only handles his clients' legal affairs; he can't and doesn't want to deal with anything else.

Just as when Rella told him that Heather's cousin was a deranged serial killer living in the manor's basement, he didn't call the police, but kept quiet as a matter of client privacy.

"I hope I can see her again..."

After the old lawyer Franworth left, Heather opened the envelope. Inside was a letter and a pendant necklace, the pendant of which perfectly matched the scar on her chest.

At this point, Heather had no more doubts; she was indeed of the Sawyer family bloodline.

"My dearest granddaughter, this manor and everything else is yours, but these gifts come with a burden. Your real name is Edith Ross Sawyer."

Heather opened the letter and read, "The largest of the keys I had Franworth give you is for opening the underground wine cellar. There you will find an iron door, inside which lives your cousin, Jeb Sawyer, your only remaining blood relative. He is family and will protect you."

Of course, you also need to take care of him and meet some of his basic needs.

Edith, you are the last of the Sawyer family bloodline, my bloodline. Whether you remain is up to you, but remember, this is your home.

After reading the letter, Heather let out a heavy sigh of relief. She reviewed everything in her mind over and over again, standing there for more than ten minutes before finally picking up the family heirloom necklace and putting it around her neck.

The pendant on the necklace disappeared instantly.

Upon seeing this, Heather quickly took out her necklace, rearranged it to make sure the pendant was in a conspicuous place, and then entered the code 0819. After the door slowly opened, she drove inside.

Clearly, she has made her final decision.

There is no right or wrong, only hatred.

If the law cannot be invoked, then the only recourse is blood for blood.

Even God says: an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

Not to mention, she's a good Texas too.

What makes a good Texas? Sheldon's mother, Mary, had already given her verdict...

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