Love at the Wrong Table

Chapter 2200 The Theory of Bloodlines

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Since Maxwell’s gone, someone from the Zelinsky family has to take his place. You share my blood, so I’m choosing you over those who don’t,” Ezra stated slowly, his gaze fixed on Magnus.

Magnus‘ eyes lit up with a glint of excitement, a sly smile tugging at his lips. “If I were to inherit the family, wouldn’t that go against your deal with my mother?”

Ezra chuckled, a rare sound from him. “That’s exactly why you’ve impressed me. You’re sharper than Maxwell.”

“Father, tell me niore about that deal between you and her,” Magnus requested with genuine respect, his eyes unwavering. It was as if he were determined to uncover the truth, no matter what it cost him.

Ezra paused, glancing at the time as if something urgent awaited him. “Get up,” he said, returning to his usual composed self.

Magnus stood, bracing himself for what was to come.

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Ezra wasted no time. “I’m short on time, so let me get to the point. Your mother was loyal to the Holy Trinity. She was part of their plan to seize power in Chamaea. Marrying me was a way for her to infiltrate the government.”

Magnus listened closely, processing each word.

Ezra continued, “You need to understand–the Zelinsky family and the Holy Trinity are not allies. Their goals clash. The Zelinsky family’s true ambition is to dominate Chanaea.”

Magnus nodded, letting his father’s words sink in.

There were many noble families in Chanaea, but the Zelinsky family hadn’t quite reached the top. Their aim was simple–to surpass the rest and claim the title of the most powerful family in the country.

Ezra’s tone became more intense. “To do that, we need one of us in the presidential seat. That’s when we’ll be at the top.”

He paused, his gaze growing more focused. “Thus, the heir must have a pure bloodline. That’s why you and Hattie are excellent but still not enough to surpass the ideal bloodline.”

lip curled in disdain. “This whole bloodline

suspected it, but hearing it out loud from his

emphasis on bloodlines. That’s just how it is. If you don’t get that, you’re not really fit to be called a Great Sage,” Ezra replied. It wasn’t mockery; he knew

it out earlier. That’s why I had to kill Maxwell. With him gone, maybe I’ll finally be accepted. The Zelinsky family has no other choice but to accept me. I might even end up with what was supposed to be

completely wrong, but

he braced for whatever his father would say

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added slowly. If you want our approval, you must prove you’re fully committed to the Zelinsky family. Only then will I consider you. Otherwise, the position

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need to do?” Magnus asked

table and pulled out a small knife, tossing it before Magnus.

without hesitation, he grabbed the knife and plunged it into his thigh. Blood splattered onto

endure anything, just like Maxwell had. To get to the truth, he was ready to go as far as it took–even if it meant

Your quick thinking helped you pass this

could tell exactly what Magnus was thinking. He knew that this one test wouldn’t prove that Magnus would fully

Ezra added, checking the time before continuing. “Do

wound, Magnus paused before

part of the story from Blake after returning from

used her in an

he explained, “Your mother left that illness on

to find her when you were older. Because only she

didn’t anyone tell us? Is it because you didn’t want us to reunite

you find her, you’ll be dragged into their cause. The more you and Hattie succeed, the more we can’t let you reunite with her. You support Mason for president, while the Zelinsky family backs Catherine. From the

a bitter smile, finally understanding. “I get it now. Everything Hattie and

what?” Ezra asked, sensing the shift

his anger rising. “Why did you never give us a choice? Maybe we would’ve chosen to stay loyal to the Zelinsky family like Maxwell. Why did you

Magnus‘ outburst faded, only Ezra spoke, “It wasn’t me who chose for you. Your mother made the choice for

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