Chapter 878:
“Why can’t you see what’s good about Mylo? Why won’t you give him a chance? Do you really have to chase after some mysterious rich man? What if he’s just playing you?”
Percy hadn’t been on that cruise himself, but moving in the same circles, he had heard more than enough whispers from others.
At the mention of Mylo’s name, a flicker of guilt crossed Paola’s face, quickly buried beneath pride and defiance.
“And what does Mylo have besides his youth?” she shot back. “Just a sincere heart. But sincerity doesn’t pay the bills, does it? It’s worth the least in this world. How can his immaturity compare to Evan’s steadiness and experience?”
Percy faltered, momentarily at a loss for words.
“Paola, sincerity might not buy luxury, but it matters. Mylo is still young, that’s true, but maturity takes time. He just finished college. He can’t have everything figured out yet. You won’t give him a chance to grow, yet you want his family’s money instead. Don’t you think that’s unfair? Isn’t that a bit too materialistic?”
Paola’s patience snapped. Anger flared in her eyes as she rose to her feet and shoved Percy toward the door.
“That’s right. I just want a comfortable life as a rich man’s wife, and nothing else matters. Besides, Mylo is gone, and you still won’t stop talking about him. Do you want to make me miserable? Get out and leave me alone!”
The door slammed hard in Percy’s face, the echo reverberating down the hallway as he stood frozen, staring at it in disbelief.
What? Mylo was gone?
Just the night before, Percy had seen Mylo at a bar, laughing and talking about taking his parents out to dinner that evening. He lingered outside the door for a moment before turning away. Perhaps, after Rylie’s sharp words the other day, he was now the only one in the family who could see things clearly.
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When Rylie learned of Terrance’s latest plans, she went straight to the Kirk Group.
She had notified them in advance that she would be visiting in her capacity as a shareholder.
When Rylie entered the conference room, the Kirk family was already seated, dressed with deliberate precision, their composure brittle and forced. To them, she seemed to belong to an entirely different world.
The Kirks no longer possessed the resources to acquire Aetheris Pharmacy. Their eldest son, Nicolas, was confined to a wheelchair after suffering paralysis in his lower body, a urinary drainage bag now his constant companion. Leland, having been expelled from the hospital, helped his father struggle to keep the family’s shrinking business afloat.
Phillip, once reckless and flamboyant, was now buried under gambling debts he could not repay. Banned from racing, he had narrowly avoided prison and scraped by repairing and modifying cars.
Stripped of the splendor they once flaunted and fractured by relentless hardship, the Kirk family now appeared hollow and diminished, the weight of their decline etched deeply into every face.
Rylie wore a fitted black coat, her hair swept into a flawless updo. Modest pearl earrings and a diamond brooch gleamed at her chest, radiating poise and understated wealth.
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