Chapter 571:

His gaze was cold, his words sharper than a blade. “If you can’t cut her out yourself, I’ll be the one to do it. I’ll take the blame.”

“Your limits?” Sean’s voice was thick with disbelief. “Do you care for that Owen girl so much? She’s wrapped in secrets even I can’t unravel. Do you think you can handle her?”

“That’s my business.” Brad moved toward the door, his steps steady, his resolve unshaken.

“You can repay your debt to Zaylee’s grandmother however you want. As for the life you once saved, I’d return it with my own if needed. But, Grandpa…” He stopped at the doorway, speaking without turning around, his voice deep and unyielding. “The past and the present are different things. Don’t use yesterday’s favors to shackle my future. The world has changed. You should see it for what it is.”

Sean watched his grandson’s rigid back, his heart heavy with sorrow and conflict. He should have seen it long ago — this boy he raised to be obedient had grown into a man of iron will and unwavering conviction. He was no longer a child to be steered. Forcing him now would only shatter the thin thread between them.

“Alright.”

The old man exhaled a long, weary sigh, burdened by guilt and defeat. In the end, he had failed his promise to his lifesaver. All that remained was to beg for forgiveness in the next life. This ending was inevitable, and far beyond his control.

Brad pushed open the study door and stepped toward Zaylee and Perla.

The moment Zaylee saw him, her tear-stained face lit with desperate hope.

“Brad!” She reached out with trembling fingers, clutching for his sleeve. “Brad! Why are you standing with outsiders against me? I’m innocent! They’re the ones at fault!”

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Brad stepped back, avoiding her touch. His face was unreadable. “You’re leaving today.”

Zaylee’s stomach knotted. “Leave? W-where? Are you abandoning me?”

His gaze was empty, as if looking at a stranger. He pulled a bank card from his military jacket and handed it to Perla. “It’s enough for her tuition until graduation. Think of it as the Morgan family’s final repayment for what we owed your mother.”

Then his tone turned razor-sharp. “Don’t blame me for what follows if you ever use the Morgan name to deceive others again.”

Perla froze. She refused to take the card. “How can you say that? We’ve lived honestly! I worked for every bit of my keep! You can’t throw us out. You’re well aware of our situation!” Her voice shook.

“That’s exactly why.” Brad cut her off. He leaned in, his eyes as dark as a cave. “A wise person knows their place and stays there. Why don’t you?”

The killing aura of a soldier radiated from him, silencing her in an instant. “Leave now — before I decide to dig a grave for your daughter.”

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