Chapter 5: The Intrusion of the Villain

"I've become a father?" Quentin was incredulous.

His face lit up with joy.

"Yes," Sylvia nodded. "My niece and nephew are quite mischievous. I used to see them occasionally with our parents. They are quite endearing."

"However..." Sylvia sighed, "Charlotte got pregnant without getting married back then, so the Pittman family demanded compensation from our Holland family, but Charlotte refused to do so, and as a result, Charlotte and her family branch were driven out of the Pittman family and are now living in hardship."

"My parents and I wanted to bring her back to the Holland family, but she refused and wouldn't allow us near the two babies."

"The accident back then was a great trauma for her."

Upon hearing this, a sense of guilt arose in Quentin's heart. Although he was also framed, it had indeed caused great harm to Charlotte.

This time coming back, he would use all his strength to make amends for them!

He couldn't imagine how Charlotte had silently endured being looked down upon and belittled by others for all these years, while enduring the struggles of raising two children with painstaking efforts...

The thought of this made him feel even more indebted to Charlotte.

"Let's go home first," Quentin said after a moment of silence. "Eileen, drive."

The three of them got in the car and headed towards the Holland Mansion.

Meanwhile, at the Holland Mansion.

A group of people arrogantly barged in, led by a middle-aged, overweight man.

"Clear this place out immediately. Take everything that's valuable," he commanded.

"Anything we don't want, just toss it out."

With his hands behind his back, the overweight man looked as if he was ruling over the land.

"Yes—"

Behind him, the group of people instantly dispersed and began to plunder the Holland family's possessions.

"What are you all doing!"

An angry voice rang out, and an elderly man walked out from inside, his eyes wide with rage.

He was Paul Bradley, the steward of the Holland family.

"Paul," the overweight man chuckled. "What am I doing? Of course, I'm taking away everything valuable from here. After all, this Holland Mansion is about to be auctioned off."

"Alexander! You jerk, is this how you repay Master Dominick?"

Paul roared. "How did Master Dominick treat you in the past? He barely rested in his grave, and you—"

"Don't mention that guy!" Alexander's eyes turned cold, and he roughly pushed Paul to the ground. "I've reached my position today because of my own efforts. He has nothing to do with it! Understand?"

"Search this place thoroughly for me!"

Alexander's eyes were filled with greed. Perhaps this time, he could find some valuable antiques, calligraphy, and paintings, which were worth a lot.

As for Dominick Holland, he was already dead, so there was no need to respect him!

Alexander swaggered into the memorial hall and sneered when he saw the memorial tablets of Dominick and his wife.

"Dominick, you have this coming. Hah, serves you right."

Back then, it was because Dominick had helped him, that he had the opportunity to rise and acquire the tens of millions in wealth he had today.

But precisely because of that, he particularly hated that guy!

Every time someone mentioned him, they would say that it was because Dominick had helped him that he had his current status!

How could someone as proud as him tolerate such gossip?

When Dominick was alive, he could only bow and scrape. Now that Dominick was dead, he didn't have to pretend humble anymore.

"Sir, we have finished looting the Holland family and found quite a few valuable items!"

"Good." Alexander nodded, his expression dark, and shouted, "Smash this memorial hall and destroy their tablets!"

"No!" Paul stumbled in from outside, fell to his knees, and grasped Alexander's trousers, pleading desperately. "Alexander, please, please... don't smash them..."