"Francis is going to be living here for a while. Maybe you can help him get a job, anything is fine. I hope he gets some training" Belland said to Mary over breakfast.

Mary assessed Francis. "What do you know how to do? What's was your major in college?"

Francis chuckled and tore off a piece of bread, not intending to heed Belland's request.

Belland said, "He was a medical student at New York University. He has a medical doctor's degree."

Mary covered her mouth in surprise. "Wow, your brother is studying medicine. That's amazing."

Francis sneered and glanced at Belland. "But some people don't think so, right?"

Mary looked puzzled. She felt that Belland and Francis did not seem to have a good relationship.

Belland explained to Mary, "Our family wanted him to enter business school, but Francis had always had his own plans. He went to medical school against the will of the family."

Mary was even more confused. "What's wrong with Francis choosing the life he wants?"

Belland smiled helplessly.

If it was an ordinary family, perhaps there was nothing wrong with it.

But in the Glatton family?

Belland shook his head. There was no way to explain this to his wife. At the same time, he also remembered that he had wanted to find an opportunity to explain things to his wife last night, but had lost himself in carnal desire once again.

Let's wait a little longer. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to wait until that matter was over before confessing, Belland thought.

Francis lowered his head and played with the ham slices on the plate. "In their eyes, as long as you do not follow their arrangements, it is the biggest mistake."

Mary shook her head. "I think your parents may just be a little paranoid. However, if you communicate well with each other, I believe that no one would not want their children to be happy, right, Belland?"

She suggested playfully, "Perhaps you, as an older brother, can mediate in the middle."

Francis looked up at Mary, and a smile appeared on his lips. "Unfortunately, he himself went against our paranoid parents on the most important decision, right, Belland?"

Belland smiled and didn't say anything. He just looked at Mary gently and firmly.

"Oh! Right! Our school's doctor, Old Peter, just quit his job last week. The school hasn't found a suitable person. Perhaps I can recommend Francis." Mary said in surprise.

Francis had a strange expression. "You want me to be a doctor in an elementary school? To treat the children's headaches and fever?"

Mary added, "And there are small bruises."

Francis said coldly, "I refuse."

Belland laughed, "It's decided then, unless you want to move out today."

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In the morning, they left the house together.

Belland headed to his work district, while Francis got into Mary's old car and went to Preston Elementary School.

"Oh, come on, Francis. Don't look down on elementary school students. They are sometimes smarter than you. Be careful, you won't gain anything from them."

Mary couldn't help but laugh when she saw Francis' cold and unhappy face all the way.

Elementary school students smarter than him? Francis felt that his IQ had been insulted.

Mary looked at the man beside her who looked almost exactly like her husband and couldn't help but ask, "Is your relationship with Belland bad?"

Francis smiled. "Does our relationship look bad? It's not that bad."

Mary nodded with relief, but then she heard Francis say with a smile, "I have always thought to destroy him since I was a child."

Mary's heart stopped for a moment. "What?" She thought she heard wrong.

Francis put one hand in his pocket and leaned close to Mary's ear, breathing warm air into her ear. "I said, I just want to destroy him..."

Mary stared at Francis in disbelief.

The man had already sat back in his seat, staring straight ahead. "See, our relationship isn't that bad, is it?"

Mary had a strange expression on her face. He wanted to destroy his own brother. How was that not bad?

It did not matter if Francis was trying to tease Mary or if he really had the intention, Mary decided to stay away from him. At the very least, she had to be wary of this guy.

"You drive this kind of broken car to work every day? Belland, that guy is really tough." Francis sat uncomfortably.

Here we go again. Delusions of grandeur.

Mary shook her head.