The Mission of the Lost Heir

132. The Fate of the Lost Heir

After treating his wounds, Brian went downstairs where everyone had gathered. The man who attacked Brian was also there, on his knees, with his hands tied behind his back.

Nobody spoke between them. Arnold's expression looked terrible. The third old man was very angry because his grandson whom he had searched so hard for was now injured and almost in danger.

"How are your injuries, Brian?" Manda asked as soon as Brian came and sat on the sofa with Alessia who was forced to come along.

"I'm fine, Auntie, don't worry," answered Brian, but his gaze was fixed on Arnold who glanced at Brian from the corner of his eye.

Brian's attention was focused on the man who was still sitting kneeling in front of them.

“Tell me again. What did you mean by doing that to Brian, and who told you to do it?” Liam asked in a demanding tone.

"As I said before, do it of your own free will, no one has the power," answered the man, remaining firm in not saying it.

"Unlucky!"

For the first time, Brian was surpris