Chapter 331

Phelps emerged from behind a tombstone, leaning heavily on his cane.

And in that instant, Timothy finally understood.

He'd been tricked-lured here by his own father and grandfather.

Fury surged through him as he gripped the sledgehammer in his hand, his knuckles white. He swung the heavy tool, its iron head pointing straight at Naylor. "Was this your doing?" His voice was cold and dangerous.

Naylor, pale and shaken, scurried to Phelps's side. "Dad, it was your idea! You have to explain to Timothy-it wasn't all me!"

Phelps's voice cracked like a whip. "Have you ever been this stupid before? If you were going to leave the hammer, couldn't you at least have tossed it farther away?"

Naylor stared down at his shoes, unable to meet his father's eyes or his son's. He'd always felt caught in the middle-his father, sharp and forceful even in old age, and Timothy, the rising star who'd already outshone them both. Naylor was just... ordinary, stuck between two storms.

tense, a vein throbbing at his temple. They were

low, commanding. "Timothy, let's go. We need to get back to The Gilded Whisper Estates and

as midnight. Without warning, he hurled the sledgehammer away. Naylor flinched, shielding his head, but

torn open his wound

flickered in Phelps's rheumy eyes. "Timothy,

was already

f

have told Phelps what happened that night. She hadn't gone to the police, just reached out to the disability and women's advocacy groups. Threatening

and the Lawson family to step in and manage the

but she could

whole incident had been a misunderstanding—one he'd never explained, and if he

he'd

a steely glare at his

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