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?

the Fowlers-their roots were too deep-it certainly damaged the

Westley's face, tarnishing the family's reputation he cherished so

to call a

Hamilton smoking at the

shared the prognosis: "He's suffered

Hamilton scoffed, silent.

Expect Uncle to come looking

the cigarette underfoot, a cold laugh

"Let him."

he asked

hesitated before revealing, "He's been nothing but tears and

turned icy. "Let's

located in the basement of the Fowler

Hamilton frowned at the sight of Patrick, a shadow of his

if things would have been different had

regrets were

sight of Hamilton, Patrick immediately begged for mercy, invoking the

unswayed, confronted Patrick about his betrayals, his

wrath was

the

Sled to intervene, but

anger and sorrow were

great, revealing

rarely seen.

pushed Patrick under the

tragic intensity of

just couldn't keep him back, no

immediately grabbed his

was quite surprised to

"Alden?"

into my brother? Just a

then asked softly, "What's wrong with

it