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?"

If Dylan hadn't made up his mind, he wouldn't have gone behind everyone's back to

"I'm sure."

Was she in on

want this. I forced

his drink. It was only his years of self-

down, completely unaware of how shocking his own words

you are. Can you live with what your brother gave up for you? He became your shadow, put himself in danger over and over,

on the armrest, knuckles white,

him-only to force it down

a deep breath

hasn't been allowed to contact us Your mother left the Capital over it. Dylan your life isn't just yours. Don't you

didn't get to

only want

but there was no

him, stunned, then slowly stood

"Prepare the family discipline."

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

him,

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