The room was dead silent. Aaron knelt on the cold floor, his face twisted with frustration.

"Grandpa, Uncle's spent his whole life under Dylan's thumb. And now Dylan's set him up—right in front of everyone—and we're just supposed to let it go? Does that mean, from now on, the entire Ferguson family is just Dylan's to command? He can do whatever he wants, hurt whoever he wants, and the rest of us have to live at his mercy?"

His words cut deep, stripping everyone in the room of their pride-including Walter.

Aaron was desperate tonight. He slammed his forehead against the cold marble, hard and loud, over and over.

"All I want is some justice!"

People in the room exchanged uneasy glances. Some looked secretly pleased, others couldn't hide their worry. Aaron's father sat nearby, silent and shrinking into himself. He'd already lost his eldest son, and now his youngest was putting everything on the line. All he could do was sit there, hands clenched so tight they trembled.

If Dylan didn't get taken down tonight, it'd be their family paying the price.

Aaron begged again, voice shaking. “Grandpa, please-stop Eden from leaving.

She knows way more than she's letting on!"

Walter's eyes slid to Dylan. "Dylan, what do you think?"

down, lashes shielding

in the room uneasy. It was like nothing ever rattled him. Like he always had

stop Eden, but word came back:

were a step

long time, lips pressed into a thin line. It took him a minute, but finally, he spoke

your marriage. Tonight, I'll make it official-every

words had barely left his mouth when Aaron, still kneeling,

Walter meant. He was dropping the whole thing with Eden, but there was no way he'd let Dylan get anywhere

that was a much bigger deal than anything Eden might've done.

sounding tired and worn out. "We'll

her away.

involved again. The past had left her heart in pieces. She'd stayed away all this time. But

upstairs, and no one else wanted to

up from the floor, bitterness sharp in his voice. "I have no idea what you and Grandpa have worked out. Why is it,

favoritism anymore-it was something more, something blatant, so clear

word. He just nodded to Aiden, who pushed his wheelchair out of the

left behind watched him go, their faces tense and

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