America 1881: Legend of the West

Rockefeller's mother, Laura, was a gentle and kind woman.

She was born into a prominent family in Cleveland, where her father was a state legislator.

But you can't see a trace of the habits of a lady in her.

Even though her husband may be one of the richest men in the world, she still maintains a simple lifestyle.

"Oh, John, my boy!"

After seeing little Rockefeller appear in front of her, Laura happily opened her arms and gave her son a big hug.

"Mom, how are you doing recently?" Little Rockefeller bent down and hugged his mother tightly.

"Oh, kid, I'm all right," Laura said softly in little Rockefeller's ear.

There was a hint of blame in her tone.

"You are as stubborn as your father. He doesn't want to see you, and you won't come back, leaving me alone to worry about."

"Am I not coming back? Mom." Little Rockefeller let go of his mother, "I don't know why my father treated me like this, but that is his business. I have to come to his birthday."

Laura's eyes crossed the little Rockefeller and fell on Eva.

The woman looked up and down at the bright and beautiful woman, her expression was still gentle, but her eyes were different.

"Oh, mother, her name is Eva."

"Yes, my love."

After Little Rockefeller finished speaking, everyone around him turned their attention.

spouse? The eldest son of the Rockefeller family did not even use the term "girlfriend", but generously gave Eva the identity.

Eva smiled brightly.

Laura stepped forward, held her hand, and started chatting politely and cautiously.

Little Rockefeller's heart dropped halfway.

He was originally worried that his mother would embarrass Eva if he didn't say hello in advance, but he didn't expect that Laura actually gave her enough face.

This looks like a good start.

However, a familiar voice sounded from behind Little Rockefeller:

"came back?"

Little Rockefeller turned his head and found his father standing behind him, with no expression on his face.

"Father." Little Rockefeller lowered his head slightly.

"When you come back, stay with your mother more."

The elder Rockefeller's reaction was very lukewarm.

He directly passed Laura and Eva who were talking, without stopping for even a second, just glanced at them, and walked towards the house.

Little Rockefeller suddenly felt a trace of anger in his heart.

He was as arrogant as ever towards his father.

Old Rockefeller's birthday dinner was dull and boring.

There is no band, no program, just a simple meal between family and friends.

In the middle of the banquet, Rockefeller Jr. asked the driver to take a long package from the car.

Holding the package in one hand and holding Eva in the other, he left his position and walked to the old Rockefeller.

Rockefeller Sr. was drinking lobster bisque.

"Father, this is Eva's birthday gift to you."

Little Rockefeller opened the package and found a beautifully crafted mahogany box inside.

Eva took the box and held it in front of old Rockefeller with both hands.

"The finest snakewood crutches, produced in Guyana, with ivory handles." Little Rockefeller added on the side.

However, Rockefeller Sr. did not take the box or even stand up.

He just glanced up at Eva.

The situation suddenly became very embarrassing.

On ordinary days, even if a stranger gave him a gift, the elder Rockefeller would accept it with both hands and return the gift politely.

This state of affairs was clearly meant to embarrass Eva and her son.

The restaurant, which was bustling just now, suddenly fell silent.

Everyone noticed something strange here, and it was inconvenient to say anything.

Eva's expression remained calm.

As a person who comes from the bottom and has almost given up all her bottom lines in order to survive, she has suffered all kinds of insults. This scene is nothing to her.

But little Rockefeller's face had turned the color of pig's liver.

His teeth were chattering, and he was about to have a seizure.

At this moment, Laura on the side suddenly stood up, took the wooden box with both hands, and opened it.

An exquisite cane appeared in front of everyone.

As Rockefeller Jr. said, this cane is made of fine snakewood.

This kind of wood is very rare and only found in the tropical rain forests of South America, so it is extremely expensive.

The top handle of the cane is carved from ivory, which is warm and clear, and is inlaid with gold foil, which shines under the light.

"Thank you very much, girl. The master really needs such a cane. You are very considerate." The old woman said.

She put the cane away again and handed it to the servant beside her.

The awkward situation seemed to have been resolved.

Little Rockefeller had a sullen face and was just about to hold Eva's hand and return to his seat.

"John, if you want this woman to be your wife, I advise you to give up." Old Rockefeller suddenly spoke.

This sentence was like a heavy hammer on young Rockefeller's heart.

He turned around suddenly:

"why?"

"Do you know who this woman is? What is her life experience? Do you know her?" Old Rockefeller wiped his hands with a napkin and glanced up at his son.

"I know!" Rockefeller Jr. argued, "Besides, does it matter? I will marry whomever I love!"

"You are the eldest son of the Rockefeller family!" Old Rockefeller emphasized his tone.

"Family? If I remember correctly, our ancestors were still poor when they came to your generation! Do we still need to talk about being well-matched?" Young Rockefeller said a little unscrupulously.

The guests present were stunned.

Although the eldest young master is right.

The United States was only founded over a hundred years ago, and most of the people who moved here were those who had failed in Europe, so there were no aristocrats.

They are all foxes in the mountain and cannot pretend to be a liaozhai.

But under normal circumstances, everyone would still save some face for each other and keep silent about it.

This is the first time that a family successor exposes his family's secrets in public.

The melon-eating people were even more afraid to speak.

"John, shut up!" Laura stood up.

Different from before, the old woman changed her previous gentle posture and shouted with dignity.

As the matron of the Rockefeller family, she didn't want the guests to see the joke.

The battle-hardened old Rockefeller looked indifferent and seemed to have no intention of paying attention to his son.

"If anything happens, let's talk about it after dinner." Eva suddenly pulled little Rockefeller's hand.

She took the eldest young master and walked towards the original position.

However, little Rockefeller, who originally had objections to his father, turned around and opened his mouth to say something, but Eva made a silencing gesture.

The dinner went on.

But in the following time, the atmosphere became a little subtle.

After the old Rockefeller cut the cake, he went back to his room to rest alone, citing physical discomfort, leaving Laura alone to continue entertaining guests outside.

The dinner ended hastily.

After sending away the last guest, Laura returned to the study.

Old Rockefeller was playing with a pot of flowers by the window. His expression was far less indifferent than when he was outside just now, but full of sadness.

"They all went back." The old woman sat on the chair and said.

"Do you also think I did something wrong today?" Old Rockefeller asked.

"With all due respect, this doesn't seem like something you did, Master." Laura sighed and said, "Maybe this incident will spread throughout New York tomorrow and even appear in the gossip newspapers."

"I just want John to leave that woman as soon as possible." Old Rockefeller walked back to his seat with his hands behind his back.

"You're too harsh on John."

Laura regained her motherly kindness and tenderness.

"Whoever he wants to be with is his business. I think that girl behaves very well and seems to have had a good upbringing. Even if her family conditions are not very good, as long as John likes her, I think it's okay."

The old woman actually had something to say.

When I first met you as the daughter of a state congressman, you were just an ordinary businessman with a lot of debt. You were neither rich nor prominent.

But these words cannot be said.

"If you knew other things about that woman, you wouldn't say that." Old Rockefeller opened the drawer, took out a few pieces of paper, and handed it to the old woman.

Laura took the pieces of paper and read them under the light of the desk lamp.

The above is about Eva's life, including how she came to New York, her past on Broadway, and of course her relationship with Harriman.

The more Laura looked, the tighter her brows furrowed.

"Do you think I don't care about John at all?" Old Rockefeller looked at his wife, "I will entrust a private detective to investigate everyone he comes into contact with."

"This woman is a prostitute who will do whatever it takes to get her way up! How can I tolerate her being with my son?"

"John is the future of our family." Old Rockefeller said in a low voice, "But all he brought to me was disappointment again and again."

This eldest son is still like this, and the remaining ones are even more useless.

He looked at the empty wall opposite with empty eyes, his expression gloomy.

What's the use of being a billionaire? What's the use of having a lot of money?

The trust fund he established can ensure that his descendants will have no worries about food and clothing a hundred years from now, but his unprecedented oil empire may be at the expense of others.

No, such a thing must not happen!

The old man sat up straight in his chair and looked out the window.

It started to rain lightly outside the window.

At this time, the elder Rockefeller missed his missing little son extremely.

Although the philosophy is different, if he was still here, he wouldn't be so desperate.