Chapter 351 Brigadier General Fleming
Chapter 351 Brigadier General Fleming
Miles froze for a moment, then almost instinctively asked, “How do you know that?”
Raven did not answer him, instead she continued, “Lionel promised to release your granddaughter once you killed a thousand enemies–didn’t he?”
Miles frowned. “How do you know all this?”
Seeing how Miles did not deny it, Raven’s gaze held a flicker of doubt.
“You and your granddaughter… don’t seem all that close,” Raven remarked.
From the memories she had inherited, Raven knew that Miles had divorced Margaret shortly after their son, Raven’s father,
was born.
Although Miles had provided Margaret with a generous monthly allowance, Margaret had strictly forbidden him from getting too close to their son.
The original Raven had no memories of Miles at all.
She could not understand why Miles would go to such lengths for a granddaughter he barely knew.
When Raven asked the question, sorrow instantly flooded Miles’s tired eyes. So consumed was Miles by grief that he momentarily forgot to question how Raven knew about his strained ties with his granddaughter.
After a pause, he let out a bitter laugh.
He said, “Five years ago, my only son gave up his life to save mine. His last thoughts were of his wife and their two children.
“I was going to apply for retirement and go back to Bastion to take care of them. But before I could, I received the news- my granddaughter was arrested for murder.”
Miles closed his eyes, his voice faltering as tears slid down his face.
“I failed to fulfill my son’s last wish,” Miles murmured. “And even more so… I failed as a father and a grandfather.”
Seeing the sorrow and guilt etched into Miles’s weathered features, Raven’s gaze toward him softened ever so slightly.
Moments later, Miles opened his eyes again.
This time, the dullness in his gaze was replaced by a faint glimmer of light.
He continued, “But fortunately, Brigadier General Fleming is a good man. He pleaded with the higher–ups again and again, and finally secured a chance to have Raven released.”
Raven raised an eyebrow. “A chance? You mean… killing a thousand enemies on the battlefield?”
Miles nodded. “Yes. That was the deal. I thought I’d never live to see my granddaughter again. But somehow… I survived.”
As he spoke, his gaze softened, and a trace of gratitude appeared in his eyes as he looked at Raven.
Although Miles had been unconscious earlier and had not witnessed Raven saving him on the battlefield, when he awoke to find her dressing his wounds, it was not hard to guess that Raven had removed the bullets from his body and pulled him back from the brink of death.
Raven said nothing in response to Miles’s grateful gaze. Instead, she asked, “You killed a thousand enemies–why weren’t your merits recorded?”
Miles sighed. “Because I killed them not for the nation, but for my own reasons–to barter for my granddaughter’s freedom. When blood is spilled for personal motives, it doesn’t count as merit.”
Raven frowned slightly. “Is that what Lionel told you?”
Miles instinctively nodded. But a beat later, he sensed something was off. He hurriedly reminded, “Kid, you’re new to the military, right? Here, you can’t just call someone of a higher rank by their name.
“Besides, Brigadier General Fleming is someone deserving of respect. Both out of courtesy and protocol, you should address him as ‘Brigadier General Fleming‘.”
Raven chuckled softly at his words. ‘Brigadier General Fleming?‘ she sneered inwardly. ‘Sure, I can call him that-if he dares to acknowledge it.‘
