Chapter 216

"What do you think is in the mountains?" Carroll thought for a moment and said, "A company." "Will people build a company in the mountains?" I felt puzzled. Carroll burst into laughter. "To him, everything is possible." The person Carroll had implied was his biological father, Charles Brown. Ten years ago, Charles was claimed to die from an accident. Without Peter, I wouldn't have known that Charles had faked his death. That was it. You didn't get me wrong. Carroll learned the trick of faking death from his father.  Charles had faked his death for ten years. Perhaps Carroll wouldn't show up in public if Old Madame Brown didn't try to bury me alive.  Well, in the cruel upper class, faking death was a good choice.  Hiding in the darkness was an advantage during the counter back.   When I was lost in thought, Carroll lifted my chin. "What is on your mind, rabbit? Are you thinking about how to eat the basket of grass from Bob?" "Grass?" I glared at him. "Those are vegetables. They can be s