Chapter 623:
Once she was gone, Brad turned back into the sitting room, the warmth on his face vanishing. Inside, raised voices filled the space. His grandfather was tearing into his father.
“What exactly are you back for?” Sean demanded, jabbing a finger toward Cillian. “You abandoned Brad for nearly thirty years. And now you return only to scheme against him for Frank’s benefit? They’re both your children. How can you be so cruel?”
Cillian explained, “Dad, I know Brad is my son! I never intended harm. All I want is for him to recover from his condition, I swear it!”
Sean’s glare shifted, settling heavily on Frank. “Tell me the truth — have you been using drugs? The Morgan family built its name on loyalty and honor. I will not tolerate a drug addict under this roof.”
Before Frank could speak, Frieda chimed in, “That’s impossible. There must be a mistake. Frank has always been obedient. I’ve watched him since he was small — he would never act recklessly.”
Sean’s eyes stayed hard. “I hope you’re right. Whatever standards you kept abroad, I don’t care. But in this house, what belongs to Brad stays with Brad. The heir’s seat will always be his.”
Frank straightened his posture, his tone unusually solemn. “I’ve never had any intention of stealing from my brother, and framing him was never part of my thoughts. Grandpa, believe me — I came back only to show you respect and care.”
Both Cillian and Frieda quickly chimed in, echoing his reassurance.
Sean said to Frieda, “I don’t understand how you could ignore your own child for thirty years, but if you truly want to make amends now for Brad, start by getting to know more about him and give more care.”
Frieda nodded without hesitation. “I understand. I’ll take care of him from now on.”
Sean’s attention shifted to Cillian. “And as for that so-called doctor you dragged here, deal with him yourself.”
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By nightfall, Neville had been beaten within an inch of his life and tossed out of Morgan Manor. Kristen was furious from embarrassment and even wanted to end his life herself, but she was stopped. Unable to vent her anger, she erupted. “Because of him, I’ve become a joke! Everyone sneers at me for trusting a fraud. They laugh behind my back, and you expect me to spare him?”
Frank caught her by the shoulders, his voice steady. “Calm down, darling. The Morgan family’s ties to the military mean we’re under constant watch. If we kill him now, we’ll destroy ourselves and end up behind bars.”
Kristen stamped her heel against the floor, trembling with anger, but Frank’s soothing words wrapped around her like a leash. “You’re still the star on the racetrack, aren’t you? You crave the spotlight, and I’ll make sure you have it again. Your name will shine brighter than ever. Trust me on this, don’t waste your anger.”
“Fine.” Her fury eased, though the glint in her eyes lingered. “But our goal hasn’t changed. Once Brad’s gone for good, nothing will stand in our way, right?”
“Gone?” Cillian’s reply came in a low, almost reluctant tone. “We’re not at that stage yet. Mother would never allow it. He’s still my brother by blood, and the mistakes were mine to begin with. But for your sake, I’d go that far.”
Hearing this, Kristen’s eyes softened. She slipped her arms around his neck and whispered, “I know. Nothing can shake what we have.”
Days passed with Rylie glued to Felix’s satellite frequency, yet the line remained stubbornly silent. In the meantime, Alistair gave her a rough idea of the mining site’s location. When she checked the weather reports, the conditions were brutal — relentless storms, biting winds, and sheets of cold.
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