Old Ancestor: Thrown Out By The Nanny From The Start

Chapter 2: Blasphemy

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

A foster father and his young daughter. Those keywords immediately put a juicy story in everyone’s mind.

Stella went on telling her sentimental story.

“I moved into Soan’s house with my family when I was 17, and I’ve always treated him like a real father. On a stormy night when my mother wasn’t at home, he came to my room. If my sister and I hadn’t fought him off, I don’t know what would have happened…”

Her tears broke many hearts. By not finishing the story, she successfully changed an abandoned poor old man into an animal.

Stella’s fans were filled with righteous indignation. They couldn’t wait to find out where Himmel Soan lived and castrate the old bastard.

The internet was a place where people told their one-sided stories, and the public opinion could turn around in a minute.

The people who had been calling Stella a heartless woman immediately switched sides and sounded as if they wanted to execute Himmel Soan.

“I can’t believe what an old bastard he is.”

“He’s such a pervert. I feel so sorry for Stella. I can’t imagine how Stella made it through.”

“Thank god her sister was there. Otherwise, he would have taken advantage of Stella. God, I hate that old pervert!”

“Why is he even alive? We should dump him in the sewer!”

“He’s been sent to some care center. That’s what I heard. Let’s find him! So what if he’s an old man? We need to get back at him for Stella!”

“That’s right! For Stella! He’s not getting away with it!”

Some key influencers called out for help, and many more responded. Soon, details of Himmel Soan’s past were revealed by numerous netizens.

“Himmel Soan, 69 years old. He adopted a daughter at 43, and that girl is no longer in the picture. He then adopted a female college student at 48, but he has severed all links with her. At 52, he adopted a village girl, who has also gone off the grid. Then when he was 59, the Shane family moved into his house…”

“Holy crap. That old bastard has been adopting girls the whole time. I bet he has done things to all of them.”

“That’s right. Otherwise, why couldn’t they keep in touch with him? What a pervert!”

“What kind of an animal would do such things to young girls? We shouldn’t help him! He doesn’t deserve to live in the care center at all!”

Stella smirked when she read all the posts. She knew that her plan had worked, and she didn’t need to worry about anything else. Public opinion would do the job for her. That old man would be drowned by the criticisms.

Meanwhile, in a secret base in Bywater.

Dozens of computers were operating at the same time. The operators were comparing groups of numbers.

One of them raised his phone and said gingerly, “Sir, I think he looks like the person you’re looking for.”

A stately man in his fifties sat in a tall leather chair in an authoritative manner. Hearing the report, he immediately rose to his feet.

The picture on the phone screen was the one of Himmel Soan that was posted on TikTok. The subordinate quickly turned off the screen.

“It’s probably just a lookalike. I’m sure you’re not looking for a beggar, Sir.”

The answer he got was a slap in the face. His boss grabbed the phone excitedly, found the picture again, and enlarged it.

The middle-aged man trembled uncontrollably, and his fair cheeks blushed in excitement. “It’s him! It’s the Patriarch! Get our men! We’re going to Bliss Care Center right now.”

Over a dozen cars sped off in a hurry. They arrived at the care center twenty minutes later.

The middle-aged man got off first, followed by a team of over twenty elite subordinates and bodyguards.

He waved at the others before they went in. “The Patriarch doesn’t like noise. Stay 500m away from the building and wait for me there.”

“Yes, Sir.”

His men nodded and walked out of sight.

If the reporters had been here, they would have recognized the middle-aged man. He was Warren Soan, the president of the Orient Chamber of Commerce.

All the surrounding countries were members of this association. In other words, all business contracts between those countries had to be approved and examined by Warren. His power and wealth were beyond imagination.

However, there was a humble look on the prominent man’s face now.

Warren straightened his expensive suit before entering the care center. A 100-dollar tip took him to Himmel Soan’s room.

His fingers trembled when he grabbed the door handle. He had to wait for a minute or so before he could open the door.

Warren burst into tears when he saw Himmel Soan lying in bed.

“Patriarch, I’m sorry it took me so long!”

Warren dropped to his knees.

Other people would have been shocked if they saw this.

Warren Soan was the kind of person that was respected by the leaders of countries. Most people only saw him on the television, but now, he was kneeling before a demented old man. It was beyond anyone’s imagination.

But Warren himself found it perfectly normal. He grabbed Himmel’s dirty, cracked hand and put it on his cheek, saying excitedly, “Patriarch, we’ve been looking for you for 30 years. Luck is finally on our side, and I found you here. I’ll inform the others right away.”

He pressed a button on his watch, sending off alarms in countless organizations.

“Boss, the Patriarch has been found. He’s in Bywater.”

“Sir, the president has sent us a message. The Patriarch is in Bywater.”

“Chief, the Patriarch is in Bywater.”

“Sir, we’ve received a message. The Patriarch is in Bywater.”

The news was repeated many times by different people, but they were all equally excited.

Moments later, countless influential people rushed toward Bywater.

Meanwhile, numerous indignant netizens took action as well. In less than half an hour, the frenetic fans, who had been infatuated by Stella’s pretty face, surrounded Bliss Care Center.

Hearing the shouting outside, Warren slowly rose to his feet. He lowered his gaze, and there was a murderous look in his eyes. “No one in the universe is allowed to insult the Patriarch.”

As if responding to his brooding murmur, a person stood up on the rooftop of the building nearby. He raised his crossbow in tacit agreement and said coldly, “Offending the Patriarch is a crime that’s punishable by death.”

A person in the building across the street opened the window and looked at the noisy crowd below. “How dare this trash disturb the Patriarch!”

Many more people stood up in different directions and stared at the crowd. The looks in their eyes reminded one of the bottomless pits.

Their voices seemed to come from hell, and there was no warmth in them. No matter where they were, they all turned toward Bywater with cold but frantic looks in their eyes because that was where that man was.