"Alright, alright, alright." The elder replied repeatedly, feeling quite helpless: "Stop shaking me, if you keep shaking, these old bones of mine will fall apart."
Claire Lowell snorted lightly: "Uncle, if you don’t satisfy me, not only will I shake your old bones apart, but I’ll also pluck out your beard." Get full chapters from 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡~𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚~𝙣𝙚𝙩
The elder quickly covered his mouth and said: "That won’t do. This beard has been growing for ages, can’t let you mess it up, you little girl."
Claire wrinkled her nose, looking charming: "I’m not a little girl anymore, I’m a grown woman."
"Yes, yes, yes, you’re already a grown woman, almost getting married, right?"
"Uncle." Claire stomped her foot in annoyance, sneaking a glance at Elias Hawthorne full of admiration.
Ragnar Raines watched with a playful smile, then asked: "Nameless, when are you planning to marry Clara? Have you settled on a date?"
Claire’s cheeks instantly blushed, and her eyes sparkled.
Elias Hawthorne’s expression was indifferent: "I have never had an engagement with Miss Lowell, so naturally there’s no date set."
"Oh, so not planning to marry, huh, you young people change so quickly, one minute everything’s fine, the next, things change."
"Uncle..." Claire was suddenly anxious; she had not expected Elias Hawthorne to deny their engagement so easily in front of her uncle.
Although this wasn’t the first time.
Still, those occasions were completely different from this.
"I know, I know." Ragnar patted Claire’s hand: "I know what you want to say, you need to listen."
Claire could only force herself to calm down.
Ragnar said: "Since it’s not about discussing marriage, what are you all doing gathered here in the middle of the night? Playing cards?"
Raina North couldn’t hold back any longer seeing Ragnar repeatedly skirting the main issues: "It’s so late; of course we’re not playing cards, we’re asking Miss Lowell for an explanation regarding the casualties at the night market tonight!"
"Explanation? Isn’t everything already arranged? What more explanation is needed?" Ragnar seemed quite surprised, then with a look of sudden realization he said: "Butler, tell them."
The butler responded, stepping forward and said: "For the sixteen deceased, each is compensated with ten million, their children and parents will be cared for by The Dark Tower, and once their children reach adulthood, they may work at companies under The Dark Tower. As for the spouse, whether or not they wish to remarry, the First Elder will provide a residence in his private capacity."
He continued, "Seriously injured individuals will have their medical expenses covered and will receive two million in compensation each. If they are disabled, a dignified and stable job will be arranged. Minor injuries will receive fifty thousand each in compensation. All these compensations will come from the First Elder’s private account."
Ragnar nodded: "Arrangements are good. I wonder if the victims’ families are satisfied and happy?"
The butler slightly bowed: "Very satisfied, and quite happy."
"Very good." Ragnar praised: "Miss, you see everyone’s satisfied, is there anything else you request? Since you’ve been frightened, you can ask for anything, whether it’s items or money."
Raina’s voice was cold: "It’s not necessary."
"How can it not be necessary? Surely, it is necessary." Ragnar chuckled: "Don’t think that just because I’m old and disabled, I actually have quite a lot of money, feel free to ask."
Raina said nothing, but her face grew colder.
"Since this young lady won’t request anything, I’ll handle it." The First Elder pondered for a moment before directing: "Butler, give that set of pink diamonds to this young lady as compensation."