Chapter 561

Dylan rolled into the old mansion's grand hall.

Tonight, it was just Walter and the butler waiting for him. The rest of the Ferguson family was nowhere to be seen.

The atmosphere was heavy, but not quite hostile. Walter didn't look angry-just weary. He glanced up at Dylan and said, "Come here."

Dylan eased his wheelchair closer. "Father."

Walter rubbed his temples, his eyes dark and troubled. After a long pause, he finally asked, "Is Clara the one you're marrying?"

He'd ignored so many warning signs. There had always been rumors about Clara and Simon, and Dylan, being Simon's elder, was the last person he thought would get involved with her.

He realized now how careless he'd been.

"Yes," Dylan answered, clearer and more direct than ever before.

Sometimes, when fury goes beyond words, all that's left is laughter.

Walter let out a short, incredulous laugh, like he'd just heard something absurd.

But instead of smashing his cup, he calmly picked it up and took a slow sip. "Are you sure about this?"

well; there was no point asking. If Dylan hadn't made up his mind, he wouldn't have gone behind everyone's back

"I'm sure."

about Clara? Was she in on this,

this. I forced

trembled, nearly spilling his drink. It was only his years of self-

completely unaware of

what your brother gave up for you? He became your shadow, put himself in danger over and over, just so you could have this position. Do you really think you're special? You're

on the armrest, knuckles white, as if he

him-only to

breath and set his

Capital over it. Dylan your life isn't just yours. Don't you know what's on your

get

I only

quiet, but there was no room for

stared at him, stunned, then slowly stood up and

"Prepare the family discipline."

butler blanched, voice shaky. "Sir, the young master's health isn't good. If we use

ignored him,

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