The Fake Son Is A Billionaire Young Master by Morningale

Chapter 79

Why did you betray me, Father? Duane clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white with rage. His jaw hardened and his muscles throbbed with tension as drops of sweat trickled down his brow.

Was the heirloom from the Malfoy family just given to Jeff by his father? With a flash of piercing anger in his eyes, Duane bounded into the room.

He let out short, sharp gasps, each one tinged with a mixture of fear and rage.

"Father!" The intense feelings threatened to overtake Duane, causing his body to tremble and his heart to

race. He turned to look at Jeff and the heirloom he was holding.

This was the necklace that he had been assiduously attempting to claim for years, but his father had recently given it to Jeff, the recently Malfoy son.

"I will never accept this! This is unacceptable!" Duane yelled, his voice laced with pent-up anger and frustration. He approached Jeff and Old Master Malfoy who was lying sickly on the bed.

When Jeff noticed Duane's rage, he abruptly got up despite not understanding what was happening.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Duane stopped in his tracks. "Did you just..."

"Grandfather is sick! He needs rest.

That he has not been sleeping soundly, do you know? That explains the way his body responded to the meal. Do you not have a duty to look after your father? ""Are you now dictating what I should do?" Duane exclaimed unbelievably.

""Arlina was right about you! All you are trying to do is take everything away from me." Duane's eyes were fixed on the heirloom. He watched as Jeff's hand tightened around it.

rest. It is necessary for him. If you are going

he would have a conversation with his Father. The fact that their conversation is different from what Jeff had assumed

accused by Duane of

trying to steal? Is it because of the heirloom? Jeff tightened his hold on the heirloom,

Malfoy, Jeff shifted his gaze from his Father

Man's wrinkly hand in his

Master Malfoy

Man, he had never seen him this weak before. He was always energetic and always trying to make

was really weird seeing him like

him, he didn't care because he knew that the Old Man's care was

his grandfather with Duane. "But..." "please,

in a chair that was free,

emanating from him.

You betrayed me, Father?!" "Calm down" Old Master Malfoy uttered gently. "I only gave the heirloom to Jeff, I didn't declare him as the heir, Duane. I haven't made a decision yet." As Duane listened to his Father, he felt like his words were

Jeff as his heir, why did he give him the heirloom? It just

uttered. "I should have known what you were up to when

before Rebecca left, didn't you? You knew I was up to something back then too, right? You hide everything from me just to declare Jeff as the heir. Father, you are unbelievable!" 0ld Master Malfoy was silent after hearing Duane's words. A small smile appeared on his lips and he

to

with Jeff. Jeff isn't what you think he is. have my reasons for keeping quiet until now. I don't want you to regret it later." "Regret what? Not catching up with Jeff" Duane answered. "If you saw how he

our family!" "Don't regret later,

fatherly duties and apologize to him. I know what I'm talking about!" 11 don't think so, Father," Duane said and stood up. "I don't think you know what you are talking about." He headed to the door. Before he got out, he turned back to his Father. "I hope you recover well, Father. I still have to track those

Scavo let out a deep breath after Duane left. "I hope it's not too late." As Jeff

bore into his skin, but Jeff was indifferent; anger coursed through his veins, and he couldn't be bothered to acknowledge their