The Duke's Passion

Chapter 741 The young Noah Remington

Chapter 741 The young Noah Remington

Meanwhile, in Whistlebird...

In the lavish dining hall of the Remington Mansion, all members of the clan, with the Duke sitting on the head seat, were dining in silence. Clang!

The silent air broke when a cutlery fell from someone's hand. Everyone raised their eyes at Noah Remington, furrowing their brows upon seeing his pale complexion. "Noah, are you alright?"

Noah raised his shaking eyes at the person who asked him a question. There, his big brother, Arthur, who was also the heir of the Duke, laughed. Arthur pointed at the other cutlery with his chin. "You were suddenly zoning out while saying something," said Arthur to Noah, bringing his little brother back from his trance. "What is it? Father is listening."

Noah opened and closed his mouth, looking around the dining table, and the dread that crept up his spine grew distinct. His eyes then landed on the person sitting at the end of the long table.

'Father...' he held his breath, studying Duke Anton's face. Noah then shifted his eyes back to Arthur, and the latter arched a brow. "What..." Noah sprung up from his feet, making everyone pause in eating, and setting their eyes on him. Arthur, the said heir of the Duke of Whistlebird, leaned back. His brows furrowed, curious at the shock that was dominating Noah's face. "Sit down," Lord Anton, the current Duke of Whistlebird, broke his silence. Unlike everyone who was obviously wondering the same thing as Arthur, the duke continued slicing the piece of meat in his place. "Our family might've accumulated all the wealth in the world, but do not waste the food in front of me. Don't waste the food that our family had spent a dime with."

"If you want to waste money, go to that pathetic restaurant owned by the Browns." Arthur shook his head, resuming his meal since the duke wasn't bothered. "Uh..." Noah gulped, sitting back in his chair. His hand trembled, hiding them under the table while a servant approached him to replace his cutlery and picked up the other one. The family dinner resumed like usual; everyone was just silent, and without Noah bragging about anything he could broach, the life in the dining hall was practically dead. Some enjoyed Noah's silence since it was rare, while others couldn't be bothered.

"Noah," called the Duke, watching Noah raise his eyes at him. "Did you talk to the Browns?"

"Pardon?"

"Noah, why do you look so surprised?" Arthur narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Not only did you suddenly turn silent, but you're acting strange."

Noah's throat bobbed under his father and his brother's gaze. He then laughed awkwardly, waving.

"What strange?" he shook his head, glancing at everyone around the table. "I mean, I definitely warned the Browns! I swear I –" Noah winced and then huffed, setting his eyes back to Duke Anton. "Father, why the hell are you keeping those troublesome alive?! They kept resisting me and because you want them alive, I can't—ugh! It's frustrating!"

"I knew it..." Arthur clicked his tongue, assuming Noah turned silent because he messed up with his task. The duke, on the other hand, studied Noah in silence before he rocked his head.

"Arthur, take your brother and teach him how you bend those troublemakers," ordered the Duke to his heir, which Arthur received with a confident nod. Arthur pointed at Noah. "You are always so soft. Be honored. You'll see me in action."

"Tsk! Father! Arthur will just make me do all the hard work!" Noah complained like usual, making Arthur chuckle. But deep in his heart, he sighed in relief, only to feel dread since his assumption that the Duke was aware of it grew solid. RêAd lateSt chapters at novelhall.com Only