The Unwanted Son In-Law's Fight For His Family.

Chapter 4.

"Who are you?" Mark screamed as he flailed his arms around but then his arms were held onto.

"Get away from me." He added as he tried to kick his legs around and immediately, he was carried by his hands and legs.

In one swift second, he was bundled into the car and immediately Mark was overwhelmed with cold air from the air conditioner.

Immediately, his phone rang out and he stilled. He was sure that it was his friend but then he couldn't pick up the call.

"Take out his phone and throw it out of the window." One of the hefty men ordered and Mark turned violent.

"No! No!" He said and used his elbow to hold onto his pocket, where his phone was kept.

At his resistance, the hefty man was pumped to get his phone and immediately it was dragged out and thrown out of the window.

"No! You didn't just do that." He yelled. He had the hope of being tracked with the phone as his wife would be worried.

"Who are you, people?" He asked, worried about how Michelle was going to take care of their unborn child alone.

His heart wrenched with pain due to the worry he felt.

"Shut up and stay still." The hefty man from earlier snarled at him and Mark growled in the direction of the voice.

He wasn't even sure if it was his friend or wife that was trying to reach him. Anyway, it was only his wife that would be worried about him.

The ride continued for thirty minutes and Mark continued to squirm in his seat. Even though he was held down tightly, he didn't want to be defeated.

In two minutes, the car pulled over again before a mansion and Mark squirmed wildly. Though he couldn't see where they were.

"Where are you lots taking me?" Mark asked in a stern tone as he was suddenly grabbed by the men.

"Shut up!" The hefty man said, hitting him in the shoulder, and turning violent. Mark was sure as hell that his shoulder would be bruised and he tried to wiggle his hands but he couldn't.

"Hold onto him, tightly." The hefty man who seemed like the leader ordered as he led them all into the mansion.

Mark was carried into the mansion and thrown to the floor. In one swift second, the bag on his head was pulled away.

"What! Where is this?" Mark said out loud as he blinked his eyes. The lights were too bright for him and he was squinting his eyes continuously.

"What impudence!!" Mark heard an old but powerful voice and his head whipped in the direction of the voice.

Mark could see an old man descending the stairs and the hefty men stood back, with a frown on their faces.

"How dare you treat our young master that way. You all must wish for death." The old man said through gritted teeth as he walked to stand before the hefty men.

They all cowered in fear, "We didn't mean to handle him that way. We weren't ordered to treat him nicely." The hefty man said, his head bowed, looking at the floor.

The old man snorted and Mark frowned. He stood up to his feet. He didn't want to be in such an embarrassing situation, and then he asked, "Why am I here, old man? I was taken against my wish." His eyes looked straight at the man.

The old man put a smile on his face, and then introduced himself, "I'm Peter, young master. I'm the butler of the Clarkson family."

"You're welcome, young master Mark." The butler concluded and then bowed his head.

However, Mark stared at the butler dumbfoundedly. But then in the next second, he burst into a peal of mocking laughter.

On the other hand, Mr. Peter, the butler still had a patient smile on his face, knowing Mark wouldn't just take his words just like that.

Mark's laughter came to an abrupt end and he said, "You do not expect me to believe you. I was kidnapped and then brought here only to be told that I'm the young master of a family as wealthy as this." He had a frown on his face, while he gestured toward the interiors of the mansion.

"It's simple logic, young master." The butler began.

"You used to be the young master of the Clarkson family. We were the number one family at the time but then we were betrayed." Mr. Peter explained.

"What do you mean? I think wealthy families like yours usually take measures to prevent things like betrayal from happening." Mark reasoned and the butler gestured for him to move forward.

"Yes…" He answered simply.

"Let's take a walk, will you?" The butler offered and Mark looked at the hefty men behind him. In the next second, he looked back at the butler and nodded his head.

In two steps, Mark was beside the butler and then the butler began, "Of course, we had taken measures to prevent things like that, but then it happened suddenly."

Mark frowned, processing his words, "That's surprising." He commented. He was starting to believe the butler's words because the butler didn't seem like someone who would pull a stunt.

"The family was overthrown and betrayed overnight and you were a little boy at that time. You would never know who you were." The butler said and then halted his steps.

They were standing in the garden at this point and Mark looked around. Everything the old butler was saying to him was too surreal.

"Your foster parents…" The butler said, suddenly.

"Them? What about them?" Mark asked immediately, his face turned dark and the butler chuckled, understandingly.

"Your foster parents used to be the followers of your family. Shocking, right?" The butler asked, with a wry smile on his face.

"After the downfall of the Clarkson family, your foster parents found an opportunity to step their game, and guess what they did?" The butler said and then started to walk forward.

"What?" Mark asked back, curious to know what his in-laws had done.

"Of course, they took you in and pretended like they are the good guys." The butler answered.

Mark frowned at this, he realized he couldn't recall any childhood memories with his foster parents. It turned out that they adopted him after the tragedy.

"They have pushed me around for so long," Mark said his gaze hardening. And for a moment, he felt like killing off his foster family.

But then he pushed that thought out of his mind, his wife wouldn't like such.

"How did they even step up so quickly? How did they become one of the wealthiest families when they were just taking crumbs from our table?" Mark asked, he didn't mind insulting his foster parents.

"There was a huge amount of money, sitting in your account at the time and they took it for themselves." The butler said and then let out a burst of mocking laughter.

"At that time you used to love investing. The majority of the money you used was from the Clarkson family. Technically, it's also your money." The butler explained, with a proud smile on his face.

"Why? Why did you let them take the money away? They do not deserve any penny." Mark said, seething in anger.

They had even taken his money and still they treated him harshly.

For a moment, Mark wished he could turn back the hands of time. He would stop the downfall of the Clarkson family and cast out his foster parents but then it was way too late.

"It's no big deal, young master Mark." The butler said, his laughter coming to an abrupt end.

"What do you mean?" Mark asked, he wasn't even angry over the money they took. He was angry over the fact that they got away with the money and weren't punished for it.

They became one of the wealthiest families in the city while they maltreated Mark. It sounded way too absurd.

"They were satisfied with the money and the little property they got but then they didn't know it was the tip of the iceberg." The butler concluded with a huge grin on his face.

"Tip of the iceberg? There is more to the Clarkson family. I thought the Clarkson family had been destroyed?" Mark asked.

He didn't want to sound greedy but he couldn't help but ask. His foster family was wealthy enough but then he didn't think the Clarkson family would be up to their class again.

However, the butler let out a burst of proud laughter and then said, "The majority of the Clarkson's fortune has been with me for a long time now. Your foster parents weren't able to get their hands on the real fortune." The butler explained.

At the butler's words, Mark felt a weird sense of satisfaction.

"I'm so glad that I found you again, young master." The butler declared and a wry smile appeared on Mark's face.