The Wolf’s Bride by Coffee’s Tea Novel Full Chapters
Chapter 329

Chapter 329

The old man looked up in disbelief and cried, “No! I don’t believe you! There’s no way my son wouldhave been a deserter!”

“He was a traitor if I say so!” Owen then kicked the old man away and wanted to leave.

When Andrius, Noir, and Sonia came in, they saw Owen kicking the old man away which infuriatedthem.

Andrius‘ heart bled terribly.

The soldiers gave their lives on the battlefield, yet their families were being treated poorly. Aside fromnot getting the compensation, the man called the deceased soldier a deserter.

It was an atrocious act! Horrifying!

On a smaller scale, it was just a million in compensation.

On a larger scale, it was a grave betrayal of the soldiers, tantamount to digging one’s grave! Bang!

Noir could not bear the atrocity the man committed. He ran over with a strong kick, sending Owenseven to eight meters away before the latter crashed to the ground.

Owen was instantly crippled and failed to get up on his feet.

“Sir, how are you?” Andrius helped the old man up.

“This man…” The old man glanced at Owen, seeming afraid.

However, Andrius‘ presence fueled his confidence. He explained with a sobbing tone, “My name isNorman Houser. A while ago, a soldier brought the ashes of my son, Benjamin, back home and saidthat he sacrificed himself for the country….

“The soldier also said we’d be given a million worth of compensation and that it’d be distributed by theMartyr’s Society. Today is the day that we should get the money, but this man just told me that my sonwas a deserter! How could my son be a traitor?! There’s no way! He’s… He’s…”

Norman could not hold back his tears.

“Your son was not a traitor!” Andrius‘ voice sounded unusual but firm. “He was a great man of thecountry. He sacrificed himself for the land that he was born in. He is a real hero!” “Really? My son is ahero?” Norman looked at Andrius with his bloodshot teary eyes, which gave Andrius heartache.

The families of the deceased never asked for any compensation.

When Norman lost his son, being able to call his son a martyr became the only mental support he hadto make it through the rest of his life. It became his sole belief and pillar of support. It must have beendevastating for him when the jerk called his son a deserter.

“Yes!” Andrius nodded strongly. “He is a hero of Florence, the pillar of the country, and because of himand many others, we are able to live a peaceful life!”

“Hero! My son is a hero!” Norman’s eyes glistened with hope.

Andrius then signaled Sonia with a glance, telling her to take care of Norman. He walked over to Owenwith Noir.

“Speak. What is this about?”

Andrius tried his best to suppress his anger, but he could not control the killing intent in his eyes. Itgave Owen chills.

“I-I was just following orders from my superior.‘

“Your superior?” Andrius‘ eyes gleamed sharply. He roared, “And who is your superior?”

“It’s… it’s…” Owen dared not expose his boss, but Andrius‘ expression frightened him.

In the end, after an internal struggle, he bit the bullet and said, “The deputy chairman of the Martyr’sSociety, Samson Jones!”

Samson Jones!

Andrius‘ anger erupted instantly. Owen was just a lapdog carrying out orders, so Andrius did not makehim suffer, for now.

He put Noir in charge of Owen before going into the house to check on Norman.

With Sonia’s consolation, Norman had calmed down and looked a lot better.