Chapter 251: Charkus's "Bloodline Power"
Night fell, and the light rain of the day gradually swelled into a downpour, raging amid thunder and lightning.
Hilbert sat on his bed, unable to quiet his mind for even a moment.
Who were those mysterious visitors today, and what connection did they have to Father and the Charkus family?
Why did they call themselves old acquaintances of the Charkus family, rather than old acquaintances of Grandfather or Father?
What did they mean by "Someone of the Charkus bloodline actually died of a sudden heart attack? How incredible!"?
Grandpa Corlini had said that Charkus was a great family with a long history.
His father had always been proud of the title Baron Charkus. Was it really just because of that relatively minor noble title? Or was it because of the Charkus bloodline?
Hilbert Charkus suddenly realized that despite receiving an aristocratic education from childhood and growing up surrounded by his family's traditions, he had never truly understood his family.
From his childhood until he was old enough to understand things, he had done nothing but resent his father's rigid severity. Now, thinking back, he realized that he knew nothing about his father or the origins of the Charkus family.
It suddenly struck him that the strict environment he remembered from childhood might already have been the greatest leniency his father could offer-a leniency that had kept him ignorant even of whatever secrets the Charkus family might possess!
But whatever the family's origins were, the mysterious visitors that day had renewed the doubts Hilbert had always harbored.
"Father definitely didn't die of natural causes!"
He muttered the words under his breath, gripping the bedsheet so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
*How could I have given in before? How could I have believed that towering,