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 family

was a direct slap to Westley's face, tarnishing the family's reputation he cherished so

to call a

smoking at the door, lost in

visit, Alden shared the prognosis: "He's suffered from extreme stress, but his life's not

Hamilton scoffed, silent.

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

crushed the cigarette underfoot, a cold laugh escaping

"Let him."

he asked about Patrick

been nothing

turned icy. "Let's pay him

basement of the

sight of Patrick, a shadow of

would have been different had he just delivered Natalia to Hamilton

were

of Hamilton, Patrick immediately begged for mercy, invoking the

Patrick about his betrayals,

Patrick's pleas and excuses, Hamilton's wrath was unyielding, his

the gravity of

Sled to intervene, but

anger and sorrow were

revealing

rarely seen.

Patrick under the water, Alden's plea, "Brother!"

the tragic intensity of family loyalty and

couldn't keep him back,

immediately grabbed his phone

quite surprised to hear from

"Alden?"

could you please talk some sense into my brother? Just a

paused, a bit stunned, then asked softly, "What's

it might