Chapter 573

Gideon's cockiness evaporated in an instant when realization dawned on him. He looked at Tarquin, panic and fear evident in his eyes, "Tarquin, you wouldn't dare touch me, would you? Aren't you afraid I'll really destroy it?! I...ugh...ahhh!"

Tarquin stood by the window at the end of the hallway, silently smoking a cigarette, listening to Gideon's screams without a hint of sympathy in his cold, stern expression. Sure, Gideon was his grandfather, but after all the harm he had caused-betraying his father, threatening his mother, and endangering his son-how could Tarquin see him as family?

for Gideon. In Tarquin's world, his parents and his son were everything. Anyone who dared harm them was signing their own death warrant. Gideon had crossed the line three times! If it weren't for Gideon possessing something of great importance to Tarquin, he would

like now, with Gideon's agonized cries piercing the air, the Bradfords downstairs could surely hear every scream, yet not one of them came to his aid. Assisting Gideon offered them no advantage; it might even provoke Tarquin's ire. So they stayed out of it, indifferent to Gideon's fate. Deep down,

even demanding his name be stricken from the family records and forbidding his recognition of ancestry. Only after the tragic deaths of Kendrick and Elizabeth abroad, and being forcefully brought back to the Bradfords by Gideon, did Tarquin begin to understand Kendrick. A person with a conscience couldn't blend into a circle

only he knew his decision was right. He was a man full of life, living to appreciate the beauty of the world, not to be someone's pawn or puppet. He sought his own happiness, and Elizabeth was his

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