The Heirs

Chapter 2

Knock knock knock

Demian, who had just come out of the bathroom, swore harshly when someone knocked on the door. I don't know which human dared to disturb his resting time. That's really presumptuous.

"It's me. Please open the door."

Demian's expression instantly darkened when he realized who the person behind the door was. He flinched, just staring flatly at the door that was constantly being knocked on. Annoying. What did that snot-nosed kid want? 

"Don't be afraid. I'm not here to force you to sign the transfer of inheritance papers. Relax," Dylan taunted when the door to his brother's room didn't open. Deliberately provoking him to get angry. "Ten minutes. Give me ten minutes to bi ...."

Check

Dylan's words were interrupted when the door to the room opened. In front of him was the cold look of his brother who was so damn handsome. Dylan then thought to himself.

"Five minutes. Then leave!" 

Short, cold, and firm. Demian was indifferent to Dylan's reaction as he stared at his body. I don't know what this kid was thinking. What was clear was that his arrival was very, very disturbing. Demian was the type of person who really valued time. Usually, he would immediately throw a tantrum if anyone dared to disrupt his resting schedule.

"I never thought a university education would make you a cripple!" Demian quipped, getting tired of waiting.

"Huh?" Dylan stammered. He blinked in shock at his brother's harsh words. "Who are you calling a cripple?"

"You. Your ears are deaf. You need an ENT doctor to check it out."

"ENT doctor?"

Like an idiot, Dylan gaped in confusion because he couldn't understand that his brother was suddenly talking about an ENT doctor. What was wrong? His ears were fine, why was his brother talking like that? What was wrong?

"You only have three minutes left. Talk quickly and go back to your room. I'm not that free to waste time like this!" Demian insisted, urging Dylan to speak quickly. The bones in his back were already crying out for rest.

"Ah... I... I wanted to ask you something," Dylan stammered. Only then did he remember that he had wasted precious time. "Do you have time tomorrow?"

"Just get to the point. Don't beat around the bush!"

"Okay." Dylan cleared his throat. His throat felt dry as he felt intimidated by his brother's flat stare. "There was a problem. I beat someone to near death. If you're free, please find a good lawyer to fix my problem. With your power, I'm sure this matter can be resolved quickly."

Dylan slowly swallowed his saliva. Deep down, he hoped that Demian would be willing to help. Although their relationship was not good, this haughty man was still his brother. And Dylan loved him. Very much so.

"You want to help me?"

"No!" Demian replied curtly. "I'm not a baby sitter who has to take responsibility for what you've done. You're the one who messed up, so you're the one who has to deal with it. Take note of this carefully!"

"But ...."

"No buts. Now get out of here. Don't provoke my anger!" snapped Demian irritably. First it was his father, now it was this snot-nosed kid who was whining. It wasn't clear at all.

Reluctant to linger, Demian quickly turned around and closed the door to the room without waiting for Dylan to leave. However, the door was stopped by something. Demian snorted. He then pulled the doorknob roughly and slammed it, causing a very strong bang.

"How much do you hate me?" asked Dylan with a sad smile. He looked down at his bloody finger from being pinched by the door leaf. It hurt, but not as much as her heart. Physical wounds could be easily treated, but mental wounds? Just not going crazy would be gratitude.

"Is my answer still not clear enough for you to hear, huh? I'm not a baby sitter that you can just order around. How childish!" Demian raged emotionally. His heart was completely unmoved even though he realized Dylan's fingers were injured. What the hell. Even if this child died, he wouldn't care.

"Yes, I'm a child. That's why I'm always begging for attention from you!" Dylan said in a fit of rage. His breathing rose and fell rapidly. He was twenty-two years old, but that did not make him ashamed to show a sad look. "What did I do wrong, asshole! You keep hating and treating me like a stranger. For someone like you, is it hard to just find a lawyer? Someone else will sacrifice time and effort, not you!" 

"Get out of my sight right now. I don't have time to deal with a snot-nosed kid like you!"

"Why? Are you afraid I'll take all the Stewart family assets off your hands? Yes?"

Demian's hands were clenched tightly at Dylan's words. It turned out that he was right. This kid was not as innocent as he thought. Furious, he firmly grabbed Dylan by the collar and pushed him against the wall. 

"Try doing it if you have the guts. But you need to remember. Once you decide to compete with me, don't even think that I will be merciful to you. You and your mother are just strangers. The last name Stewart won't stop me from eliminating you both. Understand?" Demian threatened hatefully. The muscles in his hands were popping as he was offended by this snot-nosed kid's words.

Dylan, who was treated harshly, just laughed at Demian's threat. Funny. This man always shows an overreaction every time he mentions inheritance. In fact, Dylan is not interested at all. For him, wealth is no more interesting than the warmth of the family he so craves. He is not a greedy person. Just likes to beg for attention because he feels lonely.

"What does this smile mean huh? Thinking I'm a joke?"

"Demian, are Mom and I that dangerous in your eyes?" Dylan asked with a frustrated laugh. Although his neck was slightly choked, he felt happy that his brother was willing to interact for more than the allotted time. "Who are we when compared to you who are so powerful. We're well aware that you're the sole heir, and I have no interest in owning any of it. So please stop treating us like thieves. Mom and I are not as bad as you think."

"So you're playing me?"

Demian squinted sharply. One fist flew right next to Dylan's ear after he realized he had been played. Still wearing an expression full of anger, he gave this kid a stern warning about his position in the Stewart family.

"A new person is still a new person who can't get any rights. Our father and home may be the same. But when it comes to status, others should only know that I am the sole heir of the Stewart family. So be careful with your tongue. You may be joking today, but who knows if in the future you'll want to take it away from me. So before that happens, I would like to remind you that we are just strangers. It's lawful for me to finish you off. Take this to heart, kid!"

Braakkk

The banging sound of the door returned as Demian closed it with all his might. Sick of being played by snot-nosed kids, he took off the towel wrapped around his waist and threw it away. Demian then stood staring at the mirror, looking at his athletic body that was not covered by anything.

"Against me, it means death. There is no mercy for anyone who wants to snatch the heir seat from my hands. Only Demian Stewart has that right. No one else!"

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