When I Got My Senses Back

Chapter XV: Trouble In The Big Belmont Shipping Lines (2)

The moment the thought crossed his mind, Reginald dismissed it. He had to stay calm.

Doing that would only prove to everyone that he was insane, and maybe still is. He couldn’t act impulsively. He couldn’t risk being trapped by that madman Garrett Belmont and his mother. He couldn’t risk being kicked out of position. He couldn’t let this family business suffer.

Under the pressure of countless eyes, Reginald's mind raced. Maybe he could pretend to be insane again and escape? He ran through dozens of ideas, but faking unconsciousness seemed the most reliable.

He glanced around, ensuring it was safe before preparing to bulge his eyes and scream like a madman.

Just then, Caesar appeared at the doorway and hurried to his side. “Lord Reginald, are you okay? You don’t look well. Are you feeling unwell?”

Reginald looked up and when he saw it was Caesar, he let out a breath of relief. He immediately nodded, feigning discomfort as he held his temple. “Yeah... I’m feeling a bit ill.”

Understanding the situation, Noah stepped forward and addressed the room. “Apologies, everyone. Young Master Belmont isn’t feeling well. We’ll need to postpone this meeting, temporarily. Maybe six days or less.”

With that, Caesar and Noah respectfully helped Reginald out of the vision room.

The sudden turn of events caught everyone off guard. That kid was known for his decisive actions. Never delaying. Always calculating. But now….

Mr. Macaulay frowned. “Could it be this one is no better than that Garrett?”

“Tch... didn’t he lose his mind a while ago? That’s what the news said. He went insane as young as he was perfect. No doubt he’ll feel ill now that he’s ‘recovered.’ If anything, I demand we put Garrett back in this position,” someone scoffed.

“Exactly. What would a madman know about what’s right or wrong here? He wouldn’t even know the value of money or these deals to us.”

Mr. Watson watched anxiously as Reginald temporarily left the courtroom, his gaze flicking toward one of his own men seated calmly in the audience.

The man exuded quiet power. His expression was unreadable, his posture was composed. He nodded once, slow and firm, as if to reassure Watson.

That man... Watson and Garrett were in deep cohorts.

*

As Reginald exited the vision room, he finally felt a wave of relief wash over him. He had never experienced a situation like that before, and he hoped to God he never would again.

“Young Master Belmont, are you okay?” Noah Walker asked, handing him a bottle of water.

Reginald took a big gulp. He was still panting, and then shook his head.

After a pause he calmed his nerves. Then he muttered, “Noah... I’m planning to go on vacation soon. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone. Could be ten days... could be three years. I’m leaving the shipping line in your hands again.”

Noah frowned. A vacation that could last ten days, or three years? Wasn’t that just a fancy way of saying: ‘I’m running away from my duties?’

Still, he nodded quietly. If Reginald no longer wanted to do business... maybe he’d found something else to live for these past few years. He watched silently as Reginald turned and left.

Slam! Reginald shut the door behind him, leaving both Caesar and Noah in the hallway.

But the moment he turned around, Wham! A blow landed square on his face.

He staggered back.

Standing in front of him with fists clenched and rage pouring from every pore was Mr. Macaulay.

The man grabbed Reginald by the collar and shouted with raw fury. “You son of Belmont Sr….. why the hell are you trying to help that monster too?! Why are you walking away instead of dismissing that beast?!”

“If it weren’t for your brother, we wouldn’t be in this goddamn mess! Because your brother gave him the deal project, half of my workers haven’t gone home to feed their families in months! Do you know the Belmonts sponsored nearly fifty workers in my company, projects that came twice every year?!”

His voice cracked but he didn’t stop.

Suddenly, the man let go of Reginald’s collar and collapsed to the floor. He started breathing hard. His face was contorted, not just with anger now, but heartbreak. He was in despair.

“You already helped that man... whose company didn’t even deserve it! Do you know what it did to us? It deflated our company’s nine stars to eight, after that scandal with those damn spoilt ship fans leaked, after I begged your father, who promised not to raise that issue?!”

He looked up again. His eyes were red. “Young man, do you really want to see my family's business destroyed? Just like your brother did?!”

“Have the Macaulays ever wronged your family? Ever?!”

Mr. Macaulay glared at him with such venom, it could’ve pierced steel. “If you dare give another contract deal to that idiot again, I swear, I and my workers will kill ourselves. Right in front of your building. You think we’re bluffing? You think we’ll let you walk free while we die starving?!”

He raised his hand again to strike but this time, He was wearing three thick rings. He wanted to make sure the punch would leave a mark.