Chapter 1694 Ettore Stabs Himself

“I believe you!” Jules said, keeping his demeanor humble. “I believe that Ansel is not the kind of person who is capable of harming his own family. This incident is entirely my fault.” “Master Jules...” When Ettore saw the scene, he felt deeply disturbed in his heart. Jules suddenly turned his head around and glared at Ettore, “Shut up!” In the end, Ettore backed down and didn't dare say another word. “Ansel, I will take full responsibility for this matter. What do you want us to do to let us off the hook?” “You are going to take full responsibility?” Ansel chuckled. Benoit asked directly, “Jules, what do you mean by that? Ettore’s the one at fault, but you’re going to take his punishment on his behalf? How are you going to be held accountable if I said Ettore planned to rebel today?” Jules’s expression changed dramatically. “A man must bear the consequences of his own actions,” Ettore said, as he stepped forward with a blank expression. “If the killers had nothing to do with you, then it’s my fault today. Master Ansel, I will make amends for you.” As soon as his voice fell, Ettore stabbed himself in the lower abdomen with the sharp blade in his hand. His lower abdomen was pierced through by the blade, and blood immediately spurted out. “I’m sorry, Master Ansel,” Ettore gritted his teeth and looked at Ansel. “Humph!” Ansel let out a cold snort. He had no right to push any further. It was not a good idea for everyone to know about this, especially since the old man was seriously ill. Therefore, no one in the family dared to make a big deal out of anything. Ansel knew when to call it a day while he was still ahead. “Excuse us for disturbing you, Ansel.” Jules was also upset when he saw Ettore stabbing himself. Ettore was a ruthless man who showed no mercy even when he stabbed himself. His face had begun to turn pale at this point. His life may be in danger if he was not treated soon. “Jules, I’m determined to get to the bottom of this. Not only to make you whole, but also to make me whole.” Ansel waved his hand, then turned around and went into the house. Jules ordered Quent to help carry Ettore back to his house and treat Ettore’s injuries as quickly as possible. After they went home, Jules called a doctor at the first opportunity to treat Ettore’s wound. Fortunately, the stab wasn’t too severe due to his extraordinary physique. The doctor spent over an hour treating and stitching Ettore’s wound before wrapping gauze around it. It wasn’t a serious injury. Ettore had the inner strength of a warrior to protect his body. He only needed to rest for a few weeks to fully recover. Inside the room, Ettore sat cross-legged on the bed with a gloomy expression on his face. Jules had been with him since the beginning and was still with him now. He was concerned that the stab would cause major side effects to Ettore’s body. “I’m sorry, Master Jules, I…” It took Ettore a long time to apologize with guilt, “I was too impulsive.” Jules drew a deep breath and remained silent. “It’s not a big deal as long as you’re okay. Get some rest,” he said as he patted Ettore on the shoulder. Jules then turned around and walked out the door. Other than Quent, several elderly men were standing outside. Two of them were the elders from the Council of Elders. Meanwhile, some of them were powerful figures in the White family's collateral lineage. When they saw Jules walking out of the room, everyone walked toward him. “The incident tonight has prompted the Great Elder to act. Ettore was acting rashly today,” an old man in white garments said as he approached. Walric White was of the same generation as Clovis and Regis, but he lacked the cultivation and power in his hands that Clovis and Regis possessed. On the other hand, he had a place in the White family’s core as one of the council elders. “That is his temperament.” Jules sighed. “We have to let this matter slide. I don’t want to cause any trouble at all.” Walric and the others frowned slightly. “It's likely that Ansel was the one who sent someone to assassinate you this time. Don't you want to look into the situation?” “Is it even possible to find the traces? I have no intention of fighting for that position with him,” Jules smiled bitterly, “However, he insists on making an enemy out of me. This feeling of involuntary rivalry makes me feel helpless.” Jules sighed as he looked up at the full moon in the sky. *** The next morning, Tyr and Olympias got up early to clean up and have breakfast. Jules arrived after they were finished. “Oly, I'll take you to see the old man in a while, but he has a rule. Tyr must wait here because he only wants to see you alone.” “Ok.” Tyr nodded but didn't say much. After all, when in Rome, one should do as the Romans do. Olympias, who had always been carefree, became a little nervous at this point. She couldn’t figure out why she was so anxious. Jules took the lead. The two walked all the way to the Regis Tower. The highest point halfway up the mountain of the White family mansion was the Regis Tower. Alhough that building was called the Regis Tower, it was actually an estate. It was a compound where the White family’s patriarch had lived for centuries. With the change of partiarches over the generations, the building's name also changed with it. Currently, it is known as Regis Tower, but if the White family's next patriarch is Ansel, it will be renamed as the Ansel Tower. There was a square before the Regis Tower. Ansel was already standing there when Olympias and Jules arrived. Many family members will come here to take a look when they don’t have much to do. These people would come here whenever they had time, especially opportunists like Ansel. They want to gamble on the perfect opportunity when Regis feels like accepting visitors, so that they can reap more benefits by whispering things into his ear. Jules and Olympias walked toward Ansel. The atmosphere was a little awkward when they met. Olympias spent the night at Jules’ house and did not come out to meet anyone. As a result, Ansel met Olympias for the first time today. He couldn’t stop himself from sizing her up and down after they met. If it was before, when such an old man checked her from head to toe, Olympias would have already given him a good beating. She did not show any signs of discomfort at this point. Instead, she just allowed Ansel to take a good look at her. Ansel said politely, “Not bad! You’ve matured into a lovely young lady. I’ve heard you’re married. Your husband should be an extraordinary individual and a man among men.” “He is a cripple who uses a wheelchair to get around,” Olympias replied coldly. Ansel’s topic was directly blocked by her words. The situation had suddenly become even more awkward. The door to the Regis Tower in front of them was suddenly opened. An old man with silver hair walked out of the building. His name was Ortwin, and he served as Regis’ valet.