Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart

Chapter 305

Westley nearly choked on his own breath at Hamilton's audacity.

"Are you out of your mind, Hamilton? Throwing away the Fowler legacy for some... floozy?"

Hamilton's response was a half-smirk, half-scowl.

"Mad? I thought this was just the appetizer."

In a fit of rage, Westley grabbed the nearest object-a paperweight, perhaps— and hurled it at Hamilton.

"You ingrate! Get out of the Fowlers! We don't need your kind tarnishing our name!"

Hamilton met Westley's furious gaze with a chilling calmness.

"Seems like you've forgotten, Grandpa. I'm the head of this family. What I say goes in the Fowlers."

Westley's anger boiled over.

"The head of the family? Your actions disgrace the very name of the Fowlers!"

"Hamilton, I handed you this position. It's mine to give and mine to take away. Do you really think you're the only one capable of leading the Fowlers?"

A cold glint passed through Hamilton's eyes.

"Grandpa, at your age, you should be enjoying retirement, not stirring up trouble. If you're so fond of Delilah, why not just keep her company? Who knows, maybe

she'll give us a little uncle someday. Why force her on me?"

Westley's fury turned to physical agony, and he suddenly spat out blood, collapsing unconscious.

Chaos erupted in the Fowler household.

Hamilton watched the family scramble around Westley, then stood up and walked out, leaving a complicated air behind him.

Alden was at a loss. He couldn't fathom why accepting Natalia was such a problem for his grandfather.

Did it really have to come to this, tearing grandfather and grandson apart?

roots were too deep-it certainly damaged the family

direct slap to Westley's face, tarnishing the family's

to

found Hamilton smoking at the door, lost

the prognosis: "He's suffered from extreme stress, but his life's

Hamilton scoffed, silent.

brother was just taken away. Expect Uncle to come looking for

a final drag, then crushed the cigarette underfoot,

"Let him."

he asked about

before revealing, "He's been nothing but

icy. "Let's

of the Fowler Mansion, was their

Patrick, a shadow of his former self, a

if things would have been different had he just delivered

regrets were pointless

immediately begged for mercy,

Patrick about his betrayals, his

was unyielding, his grip tightening

realizing the gravity

Sled to intervene, but

anger and sorrow were

great, revealing

rarely seen.

the

the tragic intensity of family

just couldn't keep him back, no matter how hard he

grabbed his phone and

quite surprised to

"Alden?"

could you please talk some sense into my brother?

then asked softly, "What's

thought it might