The Kidnapping

Joey laughed like mad. He, confident in his success, sat on a stone and said, "Kelly, you're naive!" "Joey, why did you hate my guts?" I held back my tears and asked what had confused me for a long time. I did nothing, but the Brown family, apart from Carroll, kept picking on me. They had tried to burn or bury me alive. I wanted an explanation before my death. Joey fiddled with the dagger in his hand, and there were white hairs on his old temples. "Because the Smith family is bad." "Because I'm a Smith? But I didn't grow up in Costsley. Laura raised me." "You look down on me because I am from the countryside and a Smith." "Joey, you were benign in my eyes during our first meeting. Why did you become vicious?" Speaking, I cried bitterly. Joey's tone was as cold as ever. "Blame Carroll! Why does he have everything upon his birth? Why does he own all the wealth of the Brown family? My daughter's husband is a Brown too. Why does Nathan inherit nothing?" "Just because Nathan isn't the grand