At this moment.
Due to his critical illness.
Barto's mind was no longer clear.
Thus, in his anger, he directly called for two attendants to bring a wheelchair.
Immediately, without any regard, he stormed towards Grace's room with great momentum.
Of course, Barto was not entirely confused.
He could actually recognize that the handwriting in the letter did not match Pok's.
However, the content of the letter mentioned many detailed circumstances of the Barto family's businesses.
Apart from Barto himself, only Pok, his personal butler, could know these things as clearly as he did.
Therefore, Barto was certain that even if the letter was not written by Pok himself, it must have been written by someone on his behalf.
"Pok, you traitorous cur.
Fortunately, you are already dead; otherwise, I would have flayed you alive and drawn out your tendons.
Then I would have minced you into meat paste to feed the dogs, sending you to hell to suffer endless torment, never to be free!"
Barto gritted his teeth, his heart filled with furious roars and curses.
"And you, Grace, you shameless hussy.
You actually made me raise a bastard for all these years!
I will definitely divorce you and send you back to your own clan!"
At the same time, on the other side.
In Grace's bedroom.
All the servants had left, and only two people remained in the room.
"Gwath, what should we do now?"
Grace looked at the man in front of her and asked nervously.
At this moment, in front of Grace.
Stood a middle-aged man in his forties, with a robust physique, dressed in a uniform armor, and a longsword hanging at his waist.
He had an expressionless face, an imposing presence without anger, and his eyes were filled with a sharp gleam.
"Grace, don't panic."
Gwath's voice was deep and calm as he spoke.
"You did the right thing last night; Pok deserved to die.
The reason I allowed you to be with him was merely to borrow his seed.
The reason we didn't kill him later was because of his position as a butler, which could bring us more information and benefits."
A flash of keenness passed through Gwath's eyes; Grace's affair with Pok was not just for personal desire.
Over twenty years ago, Barto was just a down-and-out traveling merchant.
After settling in Hipu Town, he started his business from scratch.
Because of his shrewdness, cunning, and sharp business acumen, he made a considerable amount of money in just a few years.
However, in this world where extraordinary abilities existed.
A small merchant without strength or connections.
Was like a child carrying gold through a bustling market, quickly attracting the covetousness of many forces in Hipu Town.
Gwath's family was also one of them.
But, compared to those ruthless and brutal capitalists and gangsters who would stop at nothing to get what they wanted.
Gwath's family acted with more cunning.
Although their family was not large and they did not have much wealth.
Since their grandfather's generation, there had been knights in every generation.
After three generations of accumulation, Gwath, with his outstanding talent, broke through to become an official knight, receiving official recognition from the kingdom.
Coincidentally, at that time, Barto's wife died of illness, and Gwath had a sudden inspiration.
Barto had money but no connections or strength.
Gwath's family had strength but no money or businesses.
Thus, the two families united through marriage, combining their strengths.
Thereafter, Grace became Barto's second wife.
However, after several years passed, Grace still could not get pregnant.
Out of caution, Gwath called his sister back to have her checked by someone.
The result was an unexpected discovery that there was nothing wrong with Grace's body.
And Barto had previously had a son, Nemo, with his first wife.
Gwath and his sister were puzzled, and after a secret investigation, they found out.
It turned out that Barto, in his youth, had been so busy striving that he had exhausted his health.
Now at the age of forty, past his prime, his constitution was even worse, and he had lost his fertility.
Upon learning this, Grace was stunned.
She was young and had married an old man who could have been her father, for what reason?
Wasn't it to have children and inherit the family fortune?
Now, Barto was infertile, yet he had an eldest son.
What about Grace? What was she to do?
Thus, in a moment of desperation, after discussing with his sister, Gwath came up with the idea of borrowing seed.
At this moment, Gwath, with his eyes narrowed, continued.
"Now that your relationship has been discovered,
whether Pok runs away in fear or takes a desperate risk, he will bring us great trouble.
Therefore, Pok must die. Only when he is completely silenced, with no chance of speaking out, can we cover up or flatly deny this matter."
Upon hearing this, Grace finally let out a sigh of relief.
Last night, although she also believed that killing Pok was the best choice and did not hesitate when she acted,
after all, she was just a pampered woman, and after killing someone, she still felt some fear and worry.
But now, with her brother's approval, she could finally put her mind at ease.
"Brother, what should we do next?"
Grace asked, sorting out the current situation.
"Pok is dead, Barto is seriously ill, and Nemo has not returned yet.
If the person who wrote the extortion letter has not yet revealed the secret to Barto, we might still have a chance to argue our case.
However, if Barto already knows about my affair with Pok… then, we might really have to take action and kill Barto!"
Upon hearing this, Gwath also fell into deep thought.
As his sister had said, if the blackmailer had not yet passed the message to Barto, there was still room for maneuver.
But if Barto already knew about it, then she would have to take a risk and strike first.
While Gwath was pondering how to proceed.
Suddenly, his ears twitched as he heard the rolling sound of wheels coming from outside.
Gwath's eyes flashed, he gave Grace a meaningful look, and then in a flash, he quietly disappeared into the shadows of the wall corner.
Grace also realized what was happening and hurriedly pretended that nothing had happened, sitting in front of the dressing table to groom herself in the mirror.
Bang!
The next moment, the door was violently pushed open.
"Grace, you wretched woman!"
Barto, with a gloomy expression, was wheeled in by the attendants.
Hearing the curse, Grace's heart immediately sank.
However, she did not give up and wanted to make one last desperate struggle.
Thus, Grace stood up, feigning great surprise, and asked,
"Why are you cursing at me, Barto?"
Seeing Grace's forced composure, Barto let out a cold laugh.
"Why I am cursing at you, don't you know very well in your heart?"
Grace's face was full of astonishment, seemingly very puzzled, and she shook her head, saying,
"I don't understand, but I think you should give me an explanation."