"Dad," Kingsley pleaded, his voice quivering with frustration. "Please, stop saying all these things. We have everything we could possibly want. I'm not a child anymore, and I can see what's happening. It's clear that Grandpa Richard has been the one supporting Grandpa Tristan in his business ventures. He ensures that we all experience happiness and receive his love and unwavering support."Kingsley gaze dropped to the floor, his mind racing with conflicting emotions. He couldn't fathom mustering the courage to ask his grandfather to name him as his successor. It felt incredibly selfish and greedy to even consider such a request. All he desired was a simple life, void of the turmoil that accompanies being an heir to a grand empire. The thought alone was unsettling."Why can't we just be content with what we have?" Kingsley voice thundered through the room, his anger fueled by his unyielding desire for peace. But before he could finish his sentence, a searing slap stung his cheek, prop
Chapter 84The room fell into a tense and heavy silence, hanging thick in the air like a dense fog. The only sound was the faint ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner, accentuating the gravity of the conversation taking place.Ethan's eyes met Kingsley, who had just voiced a question that seemed to hover in the room like a sharp blade. His question, loaded with accusation, pierced through the stillness. "Do you perhaps, presume my father to be your father's murderer?" Kingsley voice held a mix of anger, confusion, and pain.Caught off guard by the unexpected accusation, Ethan's response was apologetic and defensive. With a firm shake of his head, he dispelled any notion of such a sinister thought. "No, Kingsley. I never thought of that," he replied, his voice tinged with sadness. "I was just confused, worried, trying to understand why your father chose to hate us like this. And," he added, taking a sip of his drink to steady his nerves, "why he's forcing you to bear the burde
Chapter 85He sat on the plush sofa, the weight of his troubles pressing heavily upon his shoulders. His hands clenched tightly at his sides, his knuckles turning white with the tension that coiled within him. With a heavy sigh, he attempted to gather his thoughts, to find the strength to share his devastating revelation with Claire.As if sensing his turmoil, her concern radiated from her face, etching lines of worry and disbelief. Her eyes bore into his, demanding answers, desperate to understand what had caused this sudden turn of events."What's going on?" Claire's voice held a mixture of urgency and anxiousness, her concern evident in every word.With a deep breath, he began to unravel the chaos that had come crashing into his life. "I have been bankrupt," he confessed, the words heavy on his lips. His voice trembled with a mix of frustration and disbelief as he spoke such a painful truth. The weight of his financial ruin felt nearly insurmountable, threatening to consume him ent
Chapter 86"Then do that quick." Claire's voice trembled with urgency as she spoke, her eyes darting between Ethan's sinister grin and her phone. His grip tightened on his fists, his knuckles turning white as he relished the control he had over her. Sensing the gravity of the situation, Claire hastily made her way towards her phone, her footsteps betraying a mixture of fear and determination.She fumbled with the device, her fingers trembling as she scrolled through her contacts, searching for the elusive entry labeled "Johnson." As her heart pounded in her chest, Claire knew she had to act swiftly, finding solace in the thought of reaching out to someone who could potentially help.Her hand shook as she pressed the call button, the sound of the ringing filling the tense atmosphere. Aware of Ethan's proximity, Claire decided to put her phone on speaker, purposely setting the volume high so that he could clearly hear the forthcoming conversation.With each passing second, Claire's anxi
"That would be in your dream," he had declared, the words resonating with an air of confidence and impending revelation. "I'm going to show you what I am capable of doing." In a flash of frustration and defiance, Ethan released a seething breath as he terminated the call, his finger forcefully pressing the end button on his phone. The abrupt action mirrored the intensity of his rising temper, like a volcano on the brink of eruption. The next day arrived with the same sense of normalcy and routine that permeates everyday life. But for Johnson, a dark cloud loomed on the horizon, threatening to shroud his world in an irrevocable shadow. Fate had conspired against him, as he suddenly found himself embroiled in a whirlwind of chaos.The air seemed to ripple with an invisible current, as the weight of what he had done manifested itself in the form of police officers, dragging him unceremoniously into the station. The sound of their footsteps echoed ominously in his ears, the beats in harm
Chapter 88"Who the hell locked my son up?" his voice boomed through the room, his tone filled with demanding authority. An unwavering tension settled in the air, as everyone turned to face the furious man, awaiting an explanation.The lady in charge, trying to maintain composure, faced him squarely and asked, "Who's your son?" Her words slightly quivered, revealing a hint of curiosity mixed with unease.With a mixture of anger and frustration, he shot back, "Tell your boys to release my son, this very minute!" His words were laced with a sense of urgency, conveying the importance of the situation.Remaining calm, the assistant to the Chief stepped forward to address him, "Sir, we would never detain him without reason. Our actions are always based on specific instructions and evidence." Her voice quivered slightly, betraying a hint of deference to his authority.The atmosphere grew even more charged, as the man stared directly into the assistant's eyes, his disbelief and anger etched
"Was it true, you went bankrupt?" Grandpa Richard demanded, his voice carrying a mix of concern and accusation. Ethan nodded affirmatively, confirming the unfortunate truth."I felt so disappointed in myself," he admitted, his voice laden with a tangible frustration. The weight of his mistake was etched on his face, lines of regret betraying his emotions."I guess you've learned from this," Grandpa Richard stated firmly, his tone leaving no room for doubt. "So what's your next plan?" he demanded, expecting to see a sense of determination in the young man's response. A chuckle escaped from the young man's lips, a glimmer of self-awareness shining in his eyes."I am confused as of now," he confessed, a hint of indecision evident in his voice. "I think I want to go into real estate. I feel like I have a natural aptitude for that field. Being a bar owner was just a coincidence, a venture I wanted to try out. But I think I am ready to stop here. However, I can't shake off my worries."Cur
Getting to his apartment, he met his mother at the door. He greeted her with a warm smile before intending to walk away, but she kindly gestured for him to come closer and take a seat. "What is it, mum?" he asked, directing his attention towards her as he settled down. His mother took a moment to study him, her eyes searching his face for any signs of distress. "Are you okay?" she demanded, her tone revealing genuine concern. He responded with a brief nod, assuring her that all was well."Yeah, I am fine," he replied with a forced smile, although deep down he knew that his claim of being okay didn't quite match his true emotional state. Sensing his internal struggle, his mother glanced at him with a mix of skepticism and motherly intuition. "Don't think of lying to me," she urged, emphasizing their special bond as she leaned forward. "I am your mother and I know you very well. It's written all over your face that something is troubling you." Her words were laced with concern as she st