I Am the Ruler of All (Kingsley) novel Chapter 223

It was only this moment that Clarence realized that it was Mason's fault.

"Sir, this week, the Wynns have been obedient and served you in every possible way. Why are you still trying to hurt us?"

Henry had only realized about it at this moment.

He said tremblingly, "That's right. My grandson has already been disabled. Why are you still unwilling to let us go? Are you only going to give up after seeing our downfall?"

Speaking of Alex, Henry felt pain as his expression became darker.

"Sir, although you're a noble person, I am already eighty years old. Are you still not satisfied after I’ve washed your feet, massaged you, and bowed to you every day to greet you this past week?"

"Of course, I do. I'm very satisfied." Mason leaned back on the sofa and reminisced. "I haven't been served like this for many years."

Hearing this, Henry and Clarence couldn't help but ask in unison, "Then, why are you still trying to harm us?"

Mason spread his hands. "It is for your own good when I asked you to sign the contract. I have no idea Ares would let Clerk Corporation off the hook."

Hearing that, Henry and Clarence stayed silent while the Wynns looked at each other in dismay.

Clarence's face turned pale. Clarence asked, "W-What do you mean by that? Aren't you Ares, the God of War?"

"Who told you I am Ares?" Mason looked innocent. "I am just an old tramp. You are the one who wanted to apologize and serve me. I never said I am Ares!"

It was dead silence. The living room seemed to freeze as it was eerily silent.

After a long time, Clarence was the first to come back to his senses. With a trembling hand, he pointed at Mason. "Y-You are not Ares. You are just an old tramp living under the bridge?"

"Yes." Mason sighed deliberately. "Oh, the Wynns are kind-hearted. You found a doctor to cure me and even served me nicely."

As he said, he gave Henry a thumbs up.

"Among all of you, the best server goes to Old Master Henry. Not only did he wash my feet every day, but he bowed to greet me every single day to the point that it’s making me a little embarrassed."

Henry was so angry that he gushed out a mouthful of blood. In addition, he was sad. He had never been so depressed in his life.

"Grandpa…"

Reene stood up and stared blankly at Henry, who couldn't rest in peace. Tears were welling up in her eyes.

Although Henry never regarded Reene as a Wynn and tried to exploit her, she was still sad to see that. After all, he was her grandfather for nine years. It would be a lie if she said she was not upset by his death.

Henry was dead.

No one knew if he died because of Mason or Kingsley, but they were aware that Henry couldn't rest in peace.

The Wynns gathered around Henry while weeping and shouting.

No one knew how many of them were genuinely mourning the loss of Henry's life or they were just worried about their own future.

Anyway, everyone was screaming and looked grief-stricken.