Rise of the Worthless Son in law

8

Damon blinked, utterly flabbergasted by Klaus's Statement. The offer was definitely tempting for someone who has absolutely no money. But regardless, he wouldn't accept the money no matter how tempting it sounded. Accepting it would mean admitting Klaus was right about him, and Damon wasn’t about to stoop that low—not for money, not for anyone.

“I appreciate the offer, sir,” Damon said carefully, “But I’m not for sale. And just so we’re clear, I’m not here for Vivan’s money or anything else you seem to think.”

Klaus narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Damon as if searching for a crack in his resolve. When he didn’t find one, he scoffed. “Your pride will only take you so far, young man. Men like you—”

“Dad, enough!” Vivan interrupted, “please stop! You’ve done more than enough damage for one day. If you can’t respect my choices, then please, leave us alone.”

Klaus walked closer to vivan in fury, he looked at vivan in disgust from head to toe, “I am doing what's best for you Vivan, Everything I'm doing is for your own interst.”

Vivan scoffed in irritation, she couldn't believe what her father was telling her at the moment. Even though she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth she has never received any fatherly love, he had always been dominating, bossy and never available. While vivan had always tried her best to do everything to please him, because of her father, she had been forced to grow up too quickly, constantly living in the shadow of his impossible expectations. Now, as she stood before him, her patience had finally worn thin.

“No, Dad,” Vivan snapped, her voice trembling with suppressed anger. “You’re not doing this for me. You’re doing this for yourself, for your reputation, your ego! You’ve never cared about what I want. It’s always about what you think is right, about your perfect image!”

Klaus’s Felt his rage about to explode, he clenched his fists in anger. “How dare you speak to me like this? After everything I’ve sacrificed for you—”

“Sacrificed?” Vivan interrupted with a bitter laugh. “You mean controlling every aspect of my life? Picking who I should love, what I should do, and who I should become? That’s not sacrifice, Dad. That’s control!”

Damon frooze, the usaully calm and sweet Vivan was no longer standing before him, the version of Vivan that he was seeing was now full with rage, He didn't kknow what he was agoong to do, should he step in or let vivan handle the situation, But one thing was clear—Vivan wasn’t backing down this time.

Klaus’s face hardened, this was the first time his daughter would actually go againts him, his surprise was immediately covered in anger “Fine. If this is the path you’ve chosen, don’t expect my help when you come crawling back after it all falls apart Vivan.”

With that, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the hallway.

Tears began to fall from Vivan’s eyes, looking at her father as he walked away, she slowly wrapped her arms around her body, feeling extremely sad.

Damon slowly stepped forward closer to Vivan whose eyes were filled with tears, with a gentke voice, he asked with a softened voice, “Hey, are ok?”

“I’m fine,” she whispered, even though her voice felt contrary to her speech. The last thing she wants is for Damon to see her in tears, “I just… I just need a moment.”

Klaus’s face hardened, his voice dropping to a cold, menacing tone. “Fine. If this is the path you’ve chosen, don’t expect my help when you come crawling back after it all falls apart. You’ll see, Vivan. You’ll regret this.”

With that, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, leaving a heavy silence in his wake. Vivan exhaled shakily, her hands trembling as she wrapped her arms around herself.

Damon finally stepped forward, his voice gentle. “Hey… Are you okay?”

Vivan turned to him as she tried to conceal her pain and made a straight face, “I’m fine, I just… I just need a moment.”

He hesitated, he understood she wanted space, however, he saw the hurt and psin in her eyes, and just as she had been there for him, he wanted to be there for her all he wants. However, that was clearly what Vivan does not want, Instead, he reached out as he held her hand. “Take all the time you need Vivan.” He uttered before Vivan slowly walked away.

Meanwhile, Klaus angrily walked to his car, feeling both a mixture and shock Vivan’s words has settled in his mind, He slowly removed an envelope from his breast pocket and let out a sign

The Doctor's words, began to ring in his head, “You don’t have much time left mr. Gilbert.”

He has been diagnosed with cancer, a cancer of the blood which seemed not to have any remedy. Despite having all the riches and wealth in the world, the doctors has bluntly told him that the stage he was, was too late to save and he had just a year left.

Even though, his exterior remained cold and commanding, Klaus's heart sank under the weight of his own mortality. For a man who had always lived in control, the knowledge that his life was slipping beyond his grasp was unbearable

Klaus leaned back in his seat, gripping the steering wheel tightly as memories of his young, laughing Vivan, his only child flashed in his mind. Back then, she had looked at him like he was her hero. When had that changed? And was it too late to fix it?

He shoved the envelope back into his pocket with his jaw tightening. If he only had a year left, he’d have to make it count. He had to make things right for his only one child.