Chapter 1685

"Get up!" Matthew said. Rooney looked up at Matthew with pleading eyes. "Please, I'm begging you. Don't use force. I've seen how you fight. I know you're strong. I know you want to protect me. But today, I beg you, please don't fight at my father's funeral!" Matthew pointed to the swirling dust up ahead. "They're tearing your house apart. You still want me to hold back? Does a funeral matter that much?" He had grown up in the countryside. On the anniversary of his grandfather's passing, he'd visit the grave and leave flowers, but he wasn't particularly religious. To him, it was just a way to honor loved ones, not because he believed in anything supernatural. So, he thought protecting their home mattered more than the funeral itself. Rooney knelt there, crying. "Please, I'm begging you. While I was in prison, I heard many things. I heard that my dad cut ties with my brothers because of me. "He was over 80, yet he still farmed 12 acres of land. Young people don't want to farm now